Monthly Archives: March 2017

Sense

Posted on March 17, 2017 by sputterpub

Does scarlet look as thick to you as me? Do trumpets sound as vibrant in your ears? Does velvet have the same consistency between your fingertips? And what appears behind your eyelids closed against the sun? Apparently agreeing sensibly, I … Continue reading →

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Decadancing

Posted on March 16, 2017 by sputterpub

I wonder if I never got it right, imagining improvement as the goal. The world has ever told me that I’m bright, and all my life I’ve pondered what the whole existence thing is for. My question’s why before the … Continue reading →

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Greg

Posted on March 15, 2017 by sputterpub

I dreamt of my neighbor Greg last week. Maybe it’s all the emails I’m getting about the fiftieth reunion. Not that I’m going. I attended two high schools. I started in a semi-settled community south of San Diego and then … Continue reading →

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A White Opossum

Posted on March 14, 2017 by sputterpub

Opossums frequent here. Among the skunks and squirrels and raccoons with ugly feet, marsupials are found. They’re making bunks beneath my porch and boardwalk: urban suite of fauna sharing time beyond my door, and not a problem looking for a … Continue reading →

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Malaise

Posted on March 13, 2017 by sputterpub

Three weeks ago I caught a heavy cold, or maybe it was flu infecting me, but I was stricken then with manifold complaints, among them loss of energy and aching joints, bronchitis threatening, and lack of appetite. All pleasures off, … Continue reading →

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Ruth

Posted on March 10, 2017 by sputterpub

Well you know Ruth – she’s always talking smack about the folks she calls her closest friends. The simple truth: she doesn’t have your back; her judgment knows no limits and extends from comments criticizing you to me, to circumstantial … Continue reading →

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Free Time

Posted on March 9, 2017 by sputterpub

For forty years she had to multi-task – the office and dependents had their needs. As if she bore a harness, wore a mask, the woman found scant time to write or read or meditate. Most days she wrote a … Continue reading →

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Mimi

Posted on March 8, 2017 by sputterpub
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Spinach Frittata

Posted on March 7, 2017 by sputterpub

Frittata day again – it’s time to grate the parmesan, to heat the olive oil and chop the onions, thaw or lacerate the spinach, beat the eggs, and bake and broil till the garnish cheese is crispy gold. I make … Continue reading →

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Virus

Posted on March 6, 2017 by sputterpub

I must be ill – I lack the energy to exercise, the stamina to eat. I’m guessing it’s a virus – remedy cannot be bought – I sit, I use the heat and rest until invasion runs its course – … Continue reading →

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