Category Archives: Poetry

House Arrest 29 (Agoraphobia)

Posted on April 15, 2020 by sputterpub

I used to claim “When I’m asleep I want to stay asleep, and when I am awake I like to linger in that state.” I’d flaunt it like acknowledged truth. I’d even make an ode to praise inertia’s steady touch. … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 28 (Terza Rima Sonnet)

Posted on April 14, 2020 by sputterpub

My brother’s hypertensive and he’s out of pills. His doc retired and he needs to pick anew, but deadly flu’s about, retarding him. The stay-at-home impedes what it permits with stern pandemic press, and thoroughly prevents desired deeds like dental … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 27 (Catena Rondo)

Posted on April 13, 2020 by sputterpub

We started as a glimmer in God’s eye. We hatched a relatively simple form abiding now, its case confined and warm, amid potential energy to fly. We hatched a relatively simple form – our larval stage was ravenous and rough, … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 26 (Rimas Dissolutas)

Posted on April 12, 2020 by sputterpub

Our species is a blight upon the planet’s health. We ought to be ashamed; we think we’re apex strong. We couldn’t be less right, who mined the earth for wealth, who hoarded what we named or killed it for a … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 25 (The Bop)

Posted on April 11, 2020 by sputterpub

When I was young my mom preferred to say “Because I told you so,” to satisfy my quest for information. She would pay me scant attention in response to Why. My teachers didn’t shut me down that way, but most … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 24 (Clogyrnach)

Posted on April 10, 2020 by sputterpub

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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Happy Medium

Posted on April 10, 2020 by sputterpub

In 1963, I recollect receiving just four channels on TV. Three networks and a local would project the news. We watched it in the family or living room – we only owned one set. And when assassination slayed our course, … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 23 (Masks)

Posted on April 9, 2020 by sputterpub

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)

Posted on April 8, 2020 by sputterpub

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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Tunnel Vision

Posted on April 8, 2020 by sputterpub

My best friend’s friend, a woman known to thrive until this year’s retirement, declares that everyone she knows past sixty-five has lost at least a little brain. She swears it looking husband-ward, at hers and those of half a dozen … Continue reading →

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