Author Archives: sputterpub

Master of Destruction

We children of the 50s chanted claimsespousing beauty, freedom, equity.To overturn stale culture were our aims,destroy the old and dance in amity.So revolution was the path we blazed,we thought, our numbers large, our energyunending. Even now I am amazedat how … Continue reading

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The Isthmus of Me

Surveying daily my anatomywhile meditating, as I’m wont to do,I focus extra on the parts of methat evidence more wear. So in my view(internal, eyeless), visibilityis centered cervically – the avenueof neck and throat, esophagus and gland,of my attention makes … Continue reading

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Dealing with Dullness

Aware of dull fatigue and worn sinew,attempting to be grateful for what works,I plan to walk today, collect the viewabove me, and observe whatever lurksamid the gardens. Maybe I’ll pass througha scene that prompts a smile, one that perksmy stamina … Continue reading

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Preempting Perfect

Preemptively I took on yesterdaythe work I would have put my back in now.I thought that might enable me to playmore freely at today’s events. That’s howI figured then, as if I could defraybackwards, like I’d the power to endowimprovement … Continue reading

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Trimmed

I’ve walked this neighborhood near 20 years,and here’s a tree that often grabs my gaze.From autumn till past April it appearswell-shaped but maybe dead. Then lit with May’sextended sunlight it sends blooming spearsof buds. Each spring I greet belated spraysof … Continue reading

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After Queer Shul

Attending Friday services becausemy daughter (middle-aged) has joined a shul,eight times or so a year, I come to pauseand say Shema, remindful of a ruleor three I hadn’t heard as natural laws.I slow and let my heritage unspool –agnostically I … Continue reading

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Middling

The daily walks of Covid had no aim,except to circulate without my walls.Selecting a duration was the game,and midway through I’d angle back to home.I rarely had an errand I could claim,but always knew when I was halfway through.An exploration … Continue reading

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Reflection

Commuting home last night, I saw the signreflected backwards in a window pane.And I read “Bears” in every rounded line,the B reversed but otherwise so plainI couldn’t unsee it. “2169″was nothing obvious – I can’t explainwhy even after reading it … Continue reading

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Emoji Text

Last night he texted love to me alone.Until then all the chats were seen by three.He’s nine and really likes to use the phonehe got four months ago. Assuredlythe message lacks originality,but I’ll take love with melting gratitude.That’s why I … Continue reading

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Hot Water

I had to fast to satisfy a lab.Not even morning coffee was okay.Accepting that (it’s rare), I didn’t crab;I sipped hot water substitute today.But leaving early was the harder play,without the time to meditate or write.I put good obligations on … Continue reading

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