Tag Archives: Health

Assurance

Posted on September 17, 2020 by sputterpub

I told my brother and I told my mom,four years ago, when all were blown away,when voting tallies hit us like a bomb –“There will not be a wall.” That dreadful daywas just an introduction to the messour culture would … Continue reading →

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Extended Family Status

Posted on September 14, 2020 by sputterpub

Is this our future now? Will we contendwith summer fires till all fuel has burned?Will conflagration make our weather bend,or weather rend our fortunes overturned?In San Francisco, Berkeley, San Rafael,in Oakland, Portland, Talent, air is hell.The visuals are noxiously obscured … Continue reading →

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Junk Mail

Posted on September 8, 2020 by sputterpub

Deleting emails every day, I findthey’re poorly crafted and irrelevant,for half are retail offers not designedfor staying home with shopping funds unspent;the balance are political in plea –they’re begging a donation out of me.A robot urges, using my first nameas … Continue reading →

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Hand Protocols

Posted on September 4, 2020 by sputterpub

We’ve all been learning how to wash our hands:the 20-second song; the case for soapinstead of sanitizers. Lately hopeand science urge what common sense commands. Like mask design, we’re noticing details:the drying-out effect of alcohol;the mousse- and bar-made lather, and … Continue reading →

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The Quarantine Effect

Posted on August 30, 2020 by sputterpub

They quarantined Mom as expected (her cleaning girl tested infected). Away from the store Mom is listening more, and noticing feelings neglected.

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New Neck

Posted on August 19, 2020 by sputterpub

At least a quarter century ago, they said I had arthritis in my neck. Referred for therapy, I got to know techniques to keep increasing pain in check, and traction to resuscitate the wreck between my shoulders. That was when … Continue reading →

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Scaled Down

Posted on August 5, 2020 by sputterpub

“The beatings will continue till morale improves” came into office humor lore when I was young and prone to rationale, and this is what I took from it: The cure for sadness, fret, and most anxiety may be no more … Continue reading →

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Hoax

Posted on August 3, 2020 by sputterpub

I hear Coronavirus is a hoax perpetuated by the enemies of 45, whose followers are folks who cherish secret dark conspiracies. As if progressives had the means to coax cooperation from communities abroad! What stupid love of subterfuge, to think … Continue reading →

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Behavior

Posted on August 2, 2020 by sputterpub

I know the media exaggerate the odd and shocking, but what is this shit about barbaric acts of public hate involving women who decide to spit at people? Words like “inappropriate” fall short, describing assholes lacking qualms. While right-wing women … Continue reading →

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Oxygen

Posted on July 30, 2020 by sputterpub

I recognize a cultural motif concerning breathing. Millions have awoke to knees-on-necks and choke holds, and the grief of systematic bias. Victims spoke forever who were muzzled and unheard, now constrained to orate through a mask. Compromised by virus or … Continue reading →

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