Monthly Archives: August 2020

Still in My Room

Posted on August 21, 2020 by sputterpub

I wonder was my mother scared of me; I think she was expecting someone less. By far the youngest in her family, she never thought I’d bring her so much stress. I wasn’t good at tractable or sweet. She called … Continue reading →

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IVV

Posted on August 20, 2020 by sputterpub

“In vino veritas” is not quite true, unless by “true” we really mean “sincere.” While alcohol can dis-inhibit you, it won’t increase your honesty at all. The qualities you tried to hide from view – embarrassments and actions causing shame … Continue reading →

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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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Dawn Delay

Posted on August 18, 2020 by sputterpub

I’ve been an early riser 30 years or so, with energy from dawn to 3. I’m waking now before the sun appears, but that’s from time of year and not from me. I never set a clock; I’m naturally awake … Continue reading →

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Fern Volunteers

Posted on August 17, 2020 by sputterpub

This year, beneath the young persimmon tree, a clutch of ferns unfurled. They seemed to feather symbiotically: beginning tightly curled, and opening beneath the summer shade, like fans abutting bark, retaining earth near roots the tree has laid within the … Continue reading →

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A Little Liveliness

Posted on August 16, 2020 by sputterpub

The COVID quiet’s punctured now and then by sounds of interaction near my home. Across and up I hear the sounds of men where only women dwell. My neighbor’s door is propped ajar – I see her figure when she … Continue reading →

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Futility

Posted on August 15, 2020 by sputterpub

The future isn’t boding well, and yet, I’m doubtful that it ever has before. Supposed to learn from history, we let today distract. Instead of knowing more, we act as if it’s different. We forget, we never knew or, even … Continue reading →

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Fourth Fail

Posted on August 14, 2020 by sputterpub

The (unelected) unelect’s a sure deficient in intelligence and sense. I’d call the man a moron, but he’s more insidious than that, with lies immense and myriad – a plethora of bad, and everything he states should be ignored. He … Continue reading →

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An Old Question

Posted on August 13, 2020 by sputterpub

The ancient question is: which one came first? The Bible says it had to be the bird, and science argues that old bubble burst as soon as positing a proto-hen, not quite a chicken yet, that laid and nursed the … Continue reading →

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Say It Isn’t So

Posted on August 12, 2020 by sputterpub

“There’s no accounting for a person’s taste,” is one translation of the Latin line. “What’s liked cannot be argued” was replaced, but neither phrase is accurate or fine. The very best is judged by all supreme. The worst we all … Continue reading →

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