Author Archives: sputterpub

Afternoon Baking

Posted on August 17, 2026 by sputterpub

I’m not sure that they loved the end result –my rugelach is rich instead of sweet,appealing more to taste that’s grown adult.But kneading dough together was a treat,their cream cheese butter fingers almost neat,their questions and their consciousness employed.The parents … Continue reading →

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Bad Ending

Posted on August 16, 2026 by sputterpub

The lunch that I looked forward to was great:good company, cool ambiance and foodso tasty I loved every bite I ate.I after Muni’d west in lovely mood,and just as fun as I’d anticipatewas baking with the grandkids. Gratitudewas brimming, but … Continue reading →

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Elusion

Posted on August 15, 2026 by sputterpub

It’s probable that I have ducked his cold.I saw him three days after symptoms reared.I didn’t wear a mask but didn’t holdhim in a sibling hug, and when he nearedI tried to sit at distance. I controlledaffection but concern of … Continue reading →

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The Life in a Day

Posted on August 14, 2026 by sputterpub

Awakening at dawn or just before,I limp in hip and creak in stretching back.No tragedy – a decade past three score,I’m fortunate to duck a worse attack.Two hours later, coffee-fueled and donewith daily puzzles, news, and writing time,I bike and … Continue reading →

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Impasse

Posted on August 13, 2026 by sputterpub

For one who worried young on wasting time,she seems to have too much of leisure now.The afternoons she longed for in her prime,available four days a week, allowfair interlude for crafting prose and rhyme,enrolling in a program of know-how…But such … Continue reading →

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Morass

Posted on August 12, 2026 by sputterpub

I fell into the news morass last night.About to stream, I network-paused and sawthe devastating fires. Then my sightwas taken by the despot twisting lawagain – no taste, surprise, not wise, not right.I flashed to Ozymandias and Musk.I sobered and … Continue reading →

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Adderall Drawl

Posted on August 11, 2026 by sputterpub

Proceeding southward on my block, I crossedthe intersecting street ahead of twoyoung women turning right behind me, lostin talk I heeded as I led them througha second right turn. Now a thought I tossedwas they were pacing squarely, like some … Continue reading →

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Home Sweet Home

Posted on August 10, 2026 by sputterpub

Arriving home at nearly noon, I reada text that set our call for half past one.Six hours earlier I rose from bed(that’s not my own). Now me-time has begun.I’ve aimed attention to my care insteadof any outer task. My bath … Continue reading →

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Anointment

Posted on August 9, 2026 by sputterpub

I woke to feel decrepit in two joints.My left knee griped, and something in my wrist(the left as well) objected when it pointsup on the ulnar side. I made a fistand rested some, and as the day anointsme, as I … Continue reading →

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Cooking

Posted on August 8, 2026 by sputterpub

Full body yoga was this morning’s choice –a twenty-seven minute stretch and move.With almost empty mind, I heard a voicethat recommended cooking to improvethe options for my dinners. I rejoicetoday in solitude, as cool as you’veimagined me, as busy as … Continue reading →

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