Monthly Archives: February 2022

Bubble Stretch

Posted on February 8, 2022 by sputterpub

The bubble didn’t burst, but it increasedin volume, now that Omicron has dipped –it made a little room for me at least.They took a test and masks and, so equipped,they drove to my address and then releasedthe hugs our recent … Continue reading →

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Sweep Needs

Posted on February 7, 2022 by sputterpub

There lives an old woman near here,her cottage secluded and dear.But the overhead treepelts her deck with debris –she has to keep sweeping it clear.

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Dream Sense

Posted on February 6, 2022 by sputterpub

I heard awhile ago that when we dream,it’s black-and-white our mind’s eye will depict.But I remember colors, so I deemthat notion incorrect and nothing strict.It’s not like one can test and then predict –the truth is in the dreamer’s sleep … Continue reading →

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Obscure Clarity

Posted on February 5, 2022 by sputterpub

I penetrated morning fog, and sawa nexus clear as dream and sharp as steam –distinctive link emerged from natural law,delineating to and fro from seem.I peered. I liked. I stepped from theme to scheme.Behind was stale, beyond a beckoningto patience, … Continue reading →

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Invasion of My Little Place

Posted on February 4, 2022 by sputterpub

My little place has urban privacy.For nearly 15 years it’s been my home.It’s hidden in a garden few will see,behind a big brown-shingled boxy housethat one-time housed a single family,but now comprises 4 one-bedroom flats.Of late the residents in front … Continue reading →

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Reading Three Books

Posted on February 3, 2022 by sputterpub

A novel novel’s in my hands today,expensive and well-written, but alas,it seems to lack a plot. For English classit may suffice, but me it turns awayto open neuroscience newly bought.Then how I wish the author better taught!Too thick with anecdotes, … Continue reading →

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Noise Pollution

Posted on February 2, 2022 by sputterpub

The car alarms are bad, but backup horns are worse.The first would be okay if stopping theft.The latter interrupts attention like a curse,and leaves us home inhabitants bereftand longing for a break from penetrating noise,when no one is endangered by … Continue reading →

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It Worked Today

Posted on February 1, 2022 by sputterpub

It worked today. I had good internet.There was no glitch or hangup in my way.I try to notice well but can forget.It worked today. The water pressure’s good. There’s no delayin telephone or text. I’m not upsetby outside cats or … Continue reading →

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