Monthly Archives: November 2022

The Words I Said

Posted on November 10, 2022 by sputterpub

The words I said were for my bio book.I never meant to agitate your head.It’s not about your family; don’t brookthe words I said. Our sons are so attractive that we bred,they more than daughters get a second look,but that’s … Continue reading →

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Choosing

Posted on November 9, 2022 by sputterpub

I ride my stationary bike a lot.It used to be my daily exercise,but lately it’s like thrice a week. I’ve gothome yoga now and walking’s still my modeof transportation. Asking what I boughtor recommend for you, I can’t reply.The answer … Continue reading →

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I Won’t Complain

Posted on November 8, 2022 by sputterpub

I won’t complain, except I have to goto things I missed, required to remainin Covid quarantine. It’s tough, althoughI won’t complain. A clutter of appointments now detainme from the leisure time would else bestow.But hey – I’m symptom-rid and not … Continue reading →

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Antsy Like a Gnat

Posted on November 7, 2022 by sputterpub

I’m just not good at waiting patiently.A timepiece seems to occupy my head –I can’t engage in acts wholeheartedlywhen part of me anticipates instead.From when I’m seated till my order’s spedI don’t attend to restaurant chit-chat.And when expecting a repairman’s … Continue reading →

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In My Head

Posted on November 6, 2022 by sputterpub

I hope it’s just some pollen-triggered phlegm,an allergy response in throat and head,and not a symptom, felt at 3 a.m.,that I’ve a cold developing. I dreadthe complications rhinovirus-led –bronchitis, narrowed airway, weariness.I’m recently too often in my bed –today the … Continue reading →

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Silly Sign

Posted on November 5, 2022 by sputterpub

I saw the sign a month ago, and thought“how curious,” but failed to take a shot.The light had changed – I crossed the street – there oughtto be another there, but there was not.I wondered at the thing – was … Continue reading →

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Extended Nest Emptying

Posted on November 4, 2022 by sputterpub

I don’t remember sadness when the nestwas emptying – I had so much to do,there was no leisure for a heavy chest.The kids were old enough, and able too.I have some recollection of a fussI felt inside, when each was … Continue reading →

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Deconstruction

Posted on November 3, 2022 by sputterpub

They plan to take the scaffolding a dayfrom now. We’ve waited almost patiently.Tomorrow we’ll enjoy reverse-delay –they’ll come a day before they promised me.They’ll disassemble tubes and cart awaythe netting, planks, and ladders. Then we’ll seethe work my neighbors suffered … Continue reading →

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I Took to Poetry

Posted on November 2, 2022 by sputterpub

I took to poetry from loving soundof language, and what meter does to me.I wasn’t over seven when I foundI took to poetry. My mother tried to stifle energyexpressing any feelings – always frownedor snapped, or showed disdain impatiently. “Oh, … Continue reading →

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Writing in Anticipation of Deeds Performed

Posted on November 1, 2022 by sputterpub

A week after I put these words in ink,three months after the project was begun,a day before I’m posting this, I thinkmy internet will be repaired. All donewill be the work in front, the drinkto celebrate completion will be poured,and … Continue reading →

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