Monthly Archives: January 2022

She Hates Her Mom

Posted on January 21, 2022 by sputterpub

She hates her mom, resents her, and ignoresher now she’s old and dull and not aware.I told her toxic feeling rusts and scoresthe soul, suggesting that perhaps she’d careimagining severity and soresin mother-history. She won’t go there.Her peace does not … Continue reading →

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My Word

Posted on January 20, 2022 by sputterpub

At 40, when life seemed to run amuckfor everybody’s then and future play,I found I kept reiterating “Fuck!”But I kept living, till there came the daywhen I moved to the mantra of “Ok-a-ay.”Of late our world is worse – beyond … Continue reading →

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Rerun

Posted on January 19, 2022 by sputterpub

I know I’ve mentioned this before, but still,reiterating doesn’t waste a page.I woke this morning nearly feeling ill,or better put, I felt my awful age.I thought I’d skip the exercise, engagein elderly pursuit instead but then,I heeded counsel from my … Continue reading →

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Unripe

Posted on January 18, 2022 by sputterpub

Been making salad all these homebound days –tomato, lettuce, cucumber, and seeds,balsamic-dressed, with grated cheese arrays,and avocado (most my body needs).But as this plague obnoxiously proceeds,there had to come a day without the last.Postponing unripe fruit for future feeds,with thinner … Continue reading →

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Subjectivity

Posted on January 17, 2022 by sputterpub

It’s anecdotal – my experienceof how the world is doing around here.I don’t have stats – I may not make good sensebut then again, the news airs pain and fear,and government has lost the nation’s trust –its agencies are jokes … Continue reading →

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The Freakest Link

Posted on January 16, 2022 by sputterpub

With Covid socializing, there’s a rule,unspoken but complied with in my crowd.Without offense or aiming to be cruel,the most conservative prevail. Endowedwith kids or stuck in caution’s vestibule,the edge of spectrum says what’s not allowed,and sometimes makes me glad to … Continue reading →

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Sitting in a Puddle of Anxiety

Posted on January 15, 2022 by sputterpub

I’m sitting in a puddle of anxiety.I feel a little swamped with dark uneaseabout our present plague and future destiny –I dread regression, and the rising seas,and getting older, frailer, losing words and bloodand friends who move or die in … Continue reading →

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Her Thanks

Posted on January 14, 2022 by sputterpub

It only took her nearly 50 years(but that’s okay – I didn’t hold my breath)to realize “Mom” is not what she appearsto be, in culture, stories, fairytales.(I never set my course to garner cheers,but I remembered mother-fails and hurt,and acted … Continue reading →

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On Laundry Day

Posted on January 13, 2022 by sputterpub

On laundry day, some duties interceptmy exercise, my writing, puzzle play.I find old clothes and put them on, unkept,on laundry day. I wash tomorrow’s clothing choice today.The hamper’s full. The time to clean has creptup on me, iterating like cliche. … Continue reading →

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Making Coffee

Posted on January 12, 2022 by sputterpub

My coffee’s disagreeable today,and that’s a rare event. I like the brew,and as a rule what I prepare’s okay(I find about this drink I love, it’s trueno matter how I make it, it tastes fine).Why, even recently, with no machineor … Continue reading →

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