Monthly Archives: November 2023

Outside/In

Posted on November 10, 2023 by sputterpub

The noise I noted while abed last nightcommanded eyes above to a raccoonupon the skylight glass – she caught my sightand made me glad I didn’t hear her soonwithin my roof. The musk in morning lightis outside; something sprayed but … Continue reading →

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Uncommon Email

Posted on November 9, 2023 by sputterpub

Uncommon email found me yesterday,that wasn’t either business or retail.I booted up and saw my screen displayuncommon email. The correspondence wasn’t boring, pale,by formula or cluttered with cliche.My former stepson wrote a loving hail. The missive stood alone in the … Continue reading →

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Competitivity

Posted on November 8, 2023 by sputterpub

Is she competitive? You ought to know,who’s been her BFF for 50 years.In truth her will to fight will ebb and flow,depending on what candidate appears.She won’t consider anyone a foewith whom she opts to spend her days (or years).How … Continue reading →

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The Arrangement

Posted on November 7, 2023 by sputterpub

The bins abut the pathway to my home(the only drawback to aesthetics here),and I’ve composed more than one pithy poemabout the way they look. They can appeartoo stuffed, or situated front to rear.It’s left to me to haul them more … Continue reading →

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Game Day

Posted on November 6, 2023 by sputterpub

On game days here, I’m usually insideor walking to the store. But SaturdayI set off from the city home, to ridethe subway with the game two hours away.The cars were crowded, T-shirted with prideof team, on chests and arms that … Continue reading →

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Tunnel Vision

Posted on November 5, 2023 by sputterpub

He’s worked now for a quarter centuryrepairing locks and understanding keys.His focus trained on home security,he doesn’t make allowance for the easeof safety on the bus. He cannot seea walk without his bear-spray expertise.Like retailers who claim most shoppers steal,this … Continue reading →

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On the Seesaw

Posted on November 4, 2023 by sputterpub

When I worked every weekday at a job,I suffered now and then at getting donea task or ten the calendar would lobas deadline loomed, depending on someoneto answer me, return a call or runa program I provided with due careand … Continue reading →

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Pattern Change

Posted on November 3, 2023 by sputterpub

When I was young, and even in my prime,I escalated eating with the day.No breakfast, little lunch – by dinnertimemy appetite would rarely go away.The calories reserved did not allaymy hunger – so I munched and added weight.But now I’m … Continue reading →

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Mechanical Dreams

Posted on November 2, 2023 by sputterpub

The dreams I screened last night contained machines:a washer (twice), an elevator, car,and telephones. I don’t know what it means,for nothing broke and no one went too far.They seemed vignettes of ordinary scenes,myself as witness or the active star.My sleep … Continue reading →

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Is Something There?

Posted on November 1, 2023 by sputterpub

Is something there, atop my place of ease?I’m hearing thumping lately from somewhereabove, that’s like a mammal scratching fleas.Is something there? A roof-explorer in the upper air?Or is a skunk inside, that brings unease?I smelled that musk last night in … Continue reading →

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