Tag Archives: Poetry

A Medical Catalog

Posted on March 17, 2021 by sputterpub

I got my second shot, but she did not –they took one look and her and said “Not now.”Her eyes were swollen shut, her skin was hot;her doctor doesn’t know the why or how. A client died of Covid – … Continue reading →

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Use It or Lose It

Posted on March 16, 2021 by sputterpub

The dentist asked me how I’d travel home.“I walk.” “Up Market Street?” He looked aghast.But I’ve been walking all my life. I roamthe streets to work or shop. My pace is fastand purposeful – I look and use my ears,and … Continue reading →

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Displacement

Posted on March 15, 2021 by sputterpub

Away and off five days feels like a weekor more, although I’d never opt for homewhen Sam requires company, to speaka bit about big change but mostly playtogether, as he teaches his techniquefor screening semi-terrible cartoons(at least it isn’t Elmo). … Continue reading →

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Returning

Posted on March 14, 2021 by sputterpub

Precious to returnhome, no matter the reasonfor time spent away.

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Anniversary Villanelle

Posted on March 13, 2021 by sputterpub

When we began this fractious quarantine,I feared sequester might exceed three weeks.I never dreamed how plague would intervene. Our fate was like a busted trampoline –we tolerated broken springs and squeakswhen we began this fractious quarantine. Some fell and others … Continue reading →

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My Second Shot

Posted on March 12, 2021 by sputterpub

My second shot, I’m fortunate to write,was painless and no hassle to obtain.The venue wasn’t crowded and the chainof volunteers was organized and tight,directing us with smiles masked but bright,conducting an inoculation train –my second shot. My arm is sore, … Continue reading →

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Welcome

Posted on March 11, 2021 by sputterpub

I got my second shot a week ago –they say I may in 7 days proceedexploring more of what I used to knowlast year before the fear of flu appeared.Now I’m some time away from home, althoughI’m relatively comfortable right … Continue reading →

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Meditation/Medication

Posted on March 10, 2021 by sputterpub

I had a bout of strong anxietya month ago. I recognized the stress,although at first I worried I might beabout to have a stroke. I was a messand then resolved attempting to relax:to slow my breath and strengthen my exhale.I … Continue reading →

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It’s Still Too Soon

Posted on March 9, 2021 by sputterpub

It’s still too soon to socialize with youin person – we must manage via phone.That second shot we get this week is knownto carry strong protection – that seems true –but we are told to let its power brewanother fortnight … Continue reading →

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Venal People

Posted on March 8, 2021 by sputterpub

I wonder how bad actors sleep at night.When famous athletes lie, it boggles me.It’s obvious they aren’t thinking right –with no regard to their mortality.Their actions can’t produce true self-esteem.Their treasures must disable them with murk.They cannot own enough – … Continue reading →

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