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Resealed

Too humid to dry the redwood deck I resealed: our normal July.

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Claustrophilia

The deck deserves another waterproof. It should have happened several months ago, before we hunkered down and in, aloof from viral load, from people, shop and show. The bathroom has irregularities the builder meant to fix, or tweak and ease. … Continue reading

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House Arrest 24 (Clogyrnach)

I thought the TP shortage must subside as hoarders learned to trust supply lines. The twist? The paper that’s missed is domestic. It’s plush. There’s plenty of commercial stuff, the rolls too big, the texture rough, but never have we … Continue reading

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House Arrest 23 (Masks)

Protection’s in N95’s, but wait! We need to save those units for the docs. A surgeon’s mask will decontaminate the air; they need those, too. Whatever blocks the spray of droplets seems good strategy. Last week we didn’t need a … Continue reading

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House Arrest 22 (Acrostic Rispetto)

Now all I know must shelter in our places, Or venture out for food and exercising. Most people are restricting their embraces. Our introversion may appear surprising For such a social species, but I wonder: Of benefits that come with … Continue reading

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House Arrest 21 (Interlocking Rubaiyat)

It felt severe and drastic when proclaimed, when most of us were sent inside or shamed. “Stay home,” we were directed, “for three weeks.” We hunkered down as world contagion flamed. We’re watching so much news. Whoever speaks has listeners, … Continue reading

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House Arrest 20 (Service Heptameter)

Abed I lay at 3 a.m., my worries in full swing, my brain alert, eschewing REM, conjectures wandering. I fantasized about escape from rampant viral flu, but soon recalled the awful shape from graphic points of view. No matter where … Continue reading

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House Arrest 9 (Triolet)

I thought I’d suffer cabin fever here, but I feel safe and comfortable instead; outside is weird – I’m sensing folks in fear. I thought I’d suffer cabin fever here and hunger for a social atmosphere, but I don’t want … Continue reading

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House Arrest 2 (TV)

There’s welcome rain outside my window now, as if the clouds were cleansing all of us who hunker in our homes, obeying how instructed to forestall the ominous. A sunny day would be more difficult; we’re overcast and want to … Continue reading

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House Arrest One

Day 1 of 21 is not so bad. I’ve food enough for near 2 dozen meals, and though the present’s feeling strange and sad I like my house, and solitude appeals to me, at least for goodly chunks of time. … Continue reading

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