Author Archives: sputterpub

Angling

Posted on February 24, 2026 by sputterpub

I’m casting back to 43 years old,the age my youngest is, and as I lookaround for recollections lines might hold,I feel I need some substance for the hook.I may not find good memories to bookunless my research yields what I … Continue reading →

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After 45 Years

Posted on February 23, 2026 by sputterpub

While bagging life detritus with a friend,we reminisced about our younger daysin San Francisco – hours we would spendin bars, at toothsome lunches, our foraysfor pleasure after work, when we’d intendavoiding what home held. It was a phasewe savor, and … Continue reading →

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An Inventory Story

Posted on February 22, 2026 by sputterpub

The funerals in movies I have seenoccur on rainy days, beneath a skyas dark as mourning clothes, and with the sheenof fallen water on umbrellas highabove bowed heads. But ours was winter greenon grass, caressed by sunlight, and each eyelooked … Continue reading →

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Her Ring

Posted on February 21, 2026 by sputterpub

This ring I took, by right. I wasn’t bold.She asked me many times to take a lookand after all, when life had lost its hold,this ring I took. Expected death is leaving no one shook;a century is more than most … Continue reading →

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On a School Strike That Settled Just After this Draft

Posted on February 20, 2026 by sputterpub

I hope the strike has ended when next weekI post this little stanza of eight lines.Here’s wishing teachers get most things they seek,and there’s a pause to hearing parent whines.The issues aren’t puzzling or unique;the kids are only missing Valentines.The … Continue reading →

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About Company

Posted on February 19, 2026 by sputterpub

I’ve always liked my solitude, it’s true,but I’ve my room and nothing much forbidsme spending time with others – 2, 2, 2 –my parents once, my brothers, and my kids.I have relationships that do me good,and maybe that’s why I … Continue reading →

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True Fiction

Posted on February 18, 2026 by sputterpub

I understand that recall isn’t true,and witnesses are infamously wrong,so will it matter all that much to youif I’m inventive when I write your song?I promise to be credible, endueyour deeds with motivation clear and strong.I feel compelled to make … Continue reading →

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Floor Plans

Posted on February 17, 2026 by sputterpub

I woke too early but I stayed in bed.From 5 to 6, I hunkered down some more.I planned the daily tasks and thought insteadof dreaming, clocked the light through window door,and then let floor plans cycle through my headfrom houses … Continue reading →

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Origin

Posted on February 16, 2026 by sputterpub

If I postponed a project’s originuntil I had the perfect starting phraseand outline too, I never would begin.Instead I start, and as the work displays,it triggers gears that mesh and move within –emotion lubricates, idea conveysattention to momentum’s certain speedand … Continue reading →

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Onion Quest

Posted on February 15, 2026 by sputterpub

Presented with 6 eggs a week ago,farm-laid and then conveyed by family,the motivation in me starts to growto use them in frittata. I can seehere cheese and spinach, and some broccoli,but needing onion I walk to the store.I buy ten … Continue reading →

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