Category Archives: Poetry

Committee for Unintended Consequences

Posted on April 3, 2020 by sputterpub

It’s obvious our species has evolved through paths of unintended consequence. We own a history of having solved some problems, met some challenges with sense, but then results go otherwise than planned. The car that moves us far: extinguished birds … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 16 (Coronavirus Iris)

Posted on April 2, 2020 by sputterpub

My family has normal temperatures – we understand the power of apart. Awaiting new vaccines and symptom cures, we’re staying in our separate homes but start to suffer cabin fever, one and all. We want to eat together, and embrace … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 15 (A Little Sale)

Posted on April 1, 2020 by sputterpub

In solitary combat with the curse Coronavirus, home alone and clean, and knowing consequences could be worse but clueless what the cancellations mean, long-term, in jobs and economic pain, inhaling headlines made me short of breath. I saw investments sink … Continue reading →

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Sad Anger

Posted on April 1, 2020 by sputterpub

My son was almost three when I got sick enough for surgery and weeks away. I ached for him – if I had had my pick, they would have brought my boy to where I lay. When I came home … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 14 (Haiku)

Posted on March 31, 2020 by sputterpub

The bug’s holding sway, alas, too long. Keep 6 feet away to succeed.

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House Arrest 13 (Ode Perverse)

Posted on March 30, 2020 by sputterpub

I check the weather forecast every day (a walker wants to know what gear to wear), and since the autumn fires, it’s my way to note pollution levels in the air. What I assumed was excellent was not; most midday … Continue reading →

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The Neighbor’s Cat

Posted on March 30, 2020 by sputterpub

The neighbors have a cat that lives outside as if it were an apex beast of prey, evolved to wanton feats of avicide, and tearing plants his collar pulls away from trellises or tangles with the hose, refining talons scoring … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 12 (Rondine)

Posted on March 29, 2020 by sputterpub

We’re not dead yet, although we weren’t wise. We made our cities grow beyond control, created business body with no soul, threw airplanes packing virus in our skies. The pessimists exhibit no surprise; the cheerful try yet sighing to console … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 11 (Roundel)

Posted on March 28, 2020 by sputterpub

Is this too close to an apocalypse? Have we been travel-arrogant too much? Too global with a handshake and a kiss? Is this too close? The flu we thought we knew was never such. It brought us down but not … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 10 (Ballade)

Posted on March 27, 2020 by sputterpub

I wonder how our days will be when we emerge from dread. Will stores reopen suddenly, or stutter back instead? Will commerce face-to-face be dead with no return of queue? Will everyone need shot or med when we defeat the … Continue reading →

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