Monthly Archives: December 2020

December 21

Posted on December 21, 2020 by sputterpub

The winter solstice is upon us now –today we have the shortest span of light.We mark the start of winter, and allowourselves provisions to endure the night.Tomorrow brings us longer light, and thensucceeding days will lengthen daytime’s rule.The sun is … Continue reading →

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Pan Future

Posted on December 20, 2020 by sputterpub

When we’re beyond this virus, will we lookat all the agony that we’ve endured,and then conclude that, really, what it tookwas waiting to by pharmacies be cured?And for the next disease that sweeps the worldby global interaction, must we duckinside … Continue reading →

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Temp

Posted on December 19, 2020 by sputterpub

I used to be plumper and seldom felt cold.I liked 68 degrees.But now I’ve lost weight and I’ve gotten so old,my hands every afternoon freeze. I’ve always liked winter for hunkering in.I’m fond of the fireplace view.But now with my … Continue reading →

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A First World Problem

Posted on December 18, 2020 by sputterpub

Entitled and intelligent, I blurt(so fortunate I really can’t complain),that even first world problems carry hurt –if one’s alive one senses: pain is pain. So I will mention (softly, like a mouse),that though I love my hermitage, I learnI need … Continue reading →

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Imaginary Arguments

Posted on December 17, 2020 by sputterpub

Afraid to raise a subject with offspringthat could result in argument or breach(not permanent but not a welcome thing),I waited and rehearsed. I didn’t reachthe limit of unease until last night,when need to calm exceeded caution’s rim.With firm resolve I … Continue reading →

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The Boy and the Bullock

Posted on December 16, 2020 by sputterpub

I heard a story once, about a boywho hoisted in the air a newborn bull,determined to each morning re-employhis muscles as the bullock grew. At fullsize he would surely raise the beast, he thought.That attitude seemed accurate to me.But long … Continue reading →

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2 Blue

Posted on December 15, 2020 by sputterpub

Historically, I don’t stay down 3 days –I may feel sad but nothing like depressed,and after 60 hours blue, the phasewears off regardless of how much I’m stressed.All Sunday and through Monday I obsessedabout our public health, economyand independent businesses. … Continue reading →

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Shopping

Posted on December 14, 2020 by sputterpub

It’s times like these I wish I liked to buy.The season is upon me. I have means,computer, family. Compelled to tryto send them gifts, I leaf through magazinesand catalogs, attempting to complywith social orders during quarantines.The work demands odd creativity,suppressing … Continue reading →

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Good Medicine

Posted on December 13, 2020 by sputterpub

When I was 35 my body broke.While I recovered health, I realizedhow vital’s my mobility. I woketo buy a bike and soon I exercisedeach morning, building strength and curbing stress.I did the work at home, in privacy.Between career and parent … Continue reading →

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Yard Work

Posted on December 12, 2020 by sputterpub

I aimed to collect the debrisno longer attached to the tree.I knelt on the groundto amass what I found,and now my low back’s paining me.

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