Tag Archives: Health

House Arrest 36 (Chanso)

Posted on April 22, 2020 by sputterpub

There’s nothing fortunate about his stroke, except it happened twenty months ago, before Coronavirus came to choke the hospitals and propagate the woe. It would have been more challenging last year, when I was out of house all winter through. … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 30 (Envelope Sonnet)

Posted on April 16, 2020 by sputterpub

I didn’t take the quake of ‘89 as serious, although I was outside, until I heard they killed the baseball game. Adjusting takes me time. I knew the name Coronavirus when identified, but waited several weeks to toe the line … Continue reading →

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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 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 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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House Arrest 21 (Interlocking Rubaiyat)

Posted on April 7, 2020 by sputterpub

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)

Posted on April 6, 2020 by sputterpub

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 19 (Heroic Couplets)

Posted on April 5, 2020 by sputterpub

The media reports successive spots where virus graphs condense their dire dots, as if the plague had patterns like a map of weather systems turning on the tap, evoking pollsters analyzing charts of primaries ascendant in our hearts, informing us … Continue reading →

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