Monthly Archives: March 2020

Ridden and Written

Posted on March 16, 2020 by sputterpub

I used to ride my bike most every day. I used to try each morning to compose a poem, or put 300 words in play, but into every life existence throws up circumstances outside our control; I had to take … Continue reading →

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Will to Live?

Posted on March 13, 2020 by sputterpub

“You never know,” my brother said to us at least a dozen times. “Folks everywhere assert they’d die without a lot of fuss, preferring end instead of endless care, eschewing tubes and dreading loss of mind, but something kicks in … Continue reading →

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Opossum Love

Posted on March 11, 2020 by sputterpub

At 6 a.m. one day last week, I heard a thump outside the window where I sat. I raised the shade to see what had occurred, and spied a pair of ‘possums going at it, either sex or play or … Continue reading →

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Slippage

Posted on March 9, 2020 by sputterpub

I always wanted to remember time. I’ve trained a natural talent to recall by taking notes in diaries and rhyme, and narrating my memories to all. Specific moments I have tried to freeze with photographs or lists I made in … Continue reading →

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Unraised

Posted on March 6, 2020 by sputterpub

Nostalgia’s mostly dangerous and bent, infecting memory with fantasy, and modifying fact until what’s meant as scarlet takes on tones of burgundy. So childhood’s remembered as a state that was or should have been replete with glee, and parents subsidize; … Continue reading →

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Puttering

Posted on March 5, 2020 by sputterpub

Perusing I-Can-Read books with my friend (who’s nearly 3 years old), he likes of late the Putter works. And though Sam will pretend to be a monkey, he won’t imitate the characters encountered in those books. The stories feature neighbors … Continue reading →

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Etude

Posted on March 4, 2020 by sputterpub

If I were going to pen a poem today, it wouldn’t be about a man I met. Of late I’ve made no time for talk or play and solitude has not grown boring yet. My subject wouldn’t be the weather … Continue reading →

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