Monthly Archives: March 2025

Thursdays

Posted on March 21, 2025 by sputterpub

My days of fullest liberty are two.On Monday and on Thursday I am freeto pick whatever things I want to do,without requests from friends or familyor specialists with care for their purview.And Monday’s nice, but Thursday’s come to bemy favorite, … Continue reading →

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Malodorous

Posted on March 20, 2025 by sputterpub

The stink of magic waterproofing struckmy nose as soon as I walked in the door.The dark and rain outside meant I was stuckin ambience unpleasant. To restorethe wall of window doors I’d have to buckdiscomfort, I concluded, but the curewas … Continue reading →

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Kneeing

Posted on March 19, 2025 by sputterpub

I’ve grown so ancient I can twist my kneein bed, alone at 3 a.m., awakeperhaps to turn my head, perhaps to pee,for probably no reason but the quakethat 7 decades plus has put in meto catch short dreams and recollections … Continue reading →

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3 PM

Posted on March 18, 2025 by sputterpub

At least it’s 3. There won’t be too much more,but right now I’ve got sound insanityas 2 nice fellows work to sand each door.At least it’s 3. They’re both precise and skilled, and I can seetheir workmanship is capable for … Continue reading →

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Don’t Mumble

Posted on March 17, 2025 by sputterpub

That Mom complains is seldom a surpriseto us who’ve watched her growing old so long,and know the woman lives to criticize.And as her hearing weekly dims, her strong“Don’t mumble” is the opposite of wise;it’s no big deal that attitude is … Continue reading →

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Defect Fix

Posted on March 16, 2025 by sputterpub

A shot of how it looked a week beforethis publication, as I wrote these lines,shows detail of the damage to the doorI open least. For years I’ve seen the signsof oak attacked by stormy water’s pour,resisting caulk repair and tape … Continue reading →

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March Medley

Posted on March 15, 2025 by sputterpub

Three members of my City familyhave birthdays, so I need to shift the dateof overnighting (twice) from normalcyto novelty. And one who’s out of statewill mark his seventeenth. I want to beattendant, and I plan to celebratea month from customary … Continue reading →

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Construction Triolet

Posted on March 14, 2025 by sputterpub

I’m dwelling in a small construction zone.I had to ask for it; I knew I should.Although I always love to live alone,I’m dwelling in a small construction zone.Disrupted daily, trying not to groan,the work that’s being done is looking good.I’m … Continue reading →

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Artifact

Posted on March 13, 2025 by sputterpub

Although I wasn’t girly when a kid,as only daughter I assumed I knewmy mother’s rings and things. She never hidher stuff from me. And though she often threwaway her things (and mine), I had no cluethat something closeted or boxed … Continue reading →

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No Blocks

Posted on March 12, 2025 by sputterpub

I’m not sure why I find no mental blockswhen I survey inside. For I can spysome body shame, but nothing recall locks.I’m not sure why. Somatic mishaps seemed outside of mycontrol, and as for teenage peerage mocks,they ricocheted and never … Continue reading →

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