Monthly Archives: August 2022

Portal Take Two

Posted on August 11, 2022 by sputterpub

That bedtime call we’ve both come to expectdid not go well. Devolving to a bawl,his parents moved to sternly disconnectthat bedtime call. I’ve known the boy since he was four months small,and as his visage crumpled, I felt wrecked.Aflood with … Continue reading →

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On August 1st

Posted on August 10, 2022 by sputterpub

Last Monday shades of darkness were the rage.I woke to overcast and clots of rain,and then a crew arrived to build a cageof scaffolding around the house in front.They draped it in black netting as they stagethe building for repair … Continue reading →

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Stridency

Posted on August 9, 2022 by sputterpub

Addicted to a strident tone of voice,a heart ablaze with indignation’s heat,it pumps her up – encouraging her choice.And though regret succeeds it, she’ll repeatmalfeasant tone and posture. We rejoiceshe’s working through a process to retreatfrom blaring out her livid … Continue reading →

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Sense Odds

Posted on August 8, 2022 by sputterpub

A funny smell, persisting for some days,befalls my nose and brain at times, and thenit disappears like it was just a phase,and I forget till it occurs again.It’s nothing nasty, never smelled before –a little dry and peppery, benignI think … Continue reading →

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Hardscape

Posted on August 7, 2022 by sputterpub

They don’t need rain or food or much of dirt.Insecticide has no role in their growth.They may not be attractive, but no hurtbefalls them from neglect. They bloom in bothconcrete and asphalt, able to exerttheir vigor – willing, drilling, never … Continue reading →

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Frames

Posted on August 6, 2022 by sputterpub

They’ve started framing traffic signals now.Somebody must have studied gathered facts,and found a way to teach the drivers howto notice what already eye-attracts.A traffic plan made agencies endowideas only esteemed by bureaucrats.The visible results make no one wary.You know the … Continue reading →

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New Dreamform

Posted on August 5, 2022 by sputterpub

I host disoriented dreams of late.My sleep is light – the borderline betweenawake or not is weak and inchoate.A rise to consciousness occurs withouta sense of my location or the date.And what is interrupted, when I rouse?Particulars of puzzles that … Continue reading →

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Unknown to Me

Posted on August 4, 2022 by sputterpub

Unknown to me although we’ve shared our yearsin empathetic close fraternity,I’m sometimes stunned as evidence appears,unknown to me. I tried imagining that I were he.I paid attention to his words and fears,but my best guess includes uncertainty. If distance so … Continue reading →

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Delegating Apology

Posted on August 3, 2022 by sputterpub

A younger relative offended mewith nasty tantrum words and flouncing out.She seems too old (past 39) to berelapsing into sarcasm and pout.She “circled back” days later, to reviewthe circumstance and context of her fit(still young enough to grasp at “closure” … Continue reading →

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Age Gauge

Posted on August 2, 2022 by sputterpub

My daughter says what makes her feel her ageis when her brother’s birthday comes along.Her younger sibling constitutes a gaugecorrecting self-impression. Is she wrong?I think not, as I read a likely page,and excavate a lyric from her song.My baby brother’s … Continue reading →

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