Author Archives: sputterpub

Right Reversal

I headed for the kitchen late last night,first justifying what I meant to do.My reach for snacks diverted at the sightof water wanting bubbles. And when throughwith that activity, an echo drewme back to a replay of compliment.I heard again … Continue reading

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For Now

For now, I’m feeling younger than my years.I’m noting painless days, agility,and optimistic attitude. What rearsin me for now is positivity.Although I have concerns, no freight appearsto press me down, and flexibilityis even better than the breadth I seek.I take … Continue reading

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Pruning

If there’s a theme for this July,I say the word is “prune.”I’m daily shearing plants to tryto own my garden. Soonthe weeds will lose their ground. And Iam shredding a lagoonof paper. Anti-multiplyis my motif since June.

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Old Timer

Among descendants, there are issues now.One has a mystery disease of eye.Another seems amnesiac on howto handle money, budget, or applyparental strategy. A third won’t trya path to health without a doctor’s fix.I turn to pruning plants and prose, and … Continue reading

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Not Charmed

The word was “sexercise.” The mode was text.The seatmate on her plane was fun at first.But what a move he opted to make next:unwitty and unsubtle, like the worsthe voiced when young. His posture, as he nursedhis cocktail and confessed … Continue reading

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A Flaw in Harville’s Argument

An imperfection in a favorite book(less glaring than the one in Fielding’s tome),impressing me so much, because it tooka hundred reads and screenings to perceive,does not decrease my pleasure. I’ll still lookwith admiration at the plot and words,but take a … Continue reading

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A Tuesday Morning

The view this morning from my living roomis dappled sun beneath a twining vine,conveying coolness, smoothness through a loomof photosynthesis. Such comfort’s mine,I feel provoked. I take it as a signof natural love, of vegetation’s kiss.Right now I’m feeling well, … Continue reading

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Kneediness

I’m calling it arthritis in my knee,though I possess no medical degree.But I retain a patient memoryof diagnosis and failed therapy,three decades past. It’s giving tweaks to meon rising but it likes activity.I’m four years shy of 80 now, and … Continue reading

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Gratuity

Magnificent as mountain vistas are,commanding as the ocean tends to be,I seldom have to travel long or farto be enchanted with the sceneryencountered walking in my neighborhood,in shades of weather-tempered greenery.I stride with butterflies. The ways are good.I pocket nature’s … Continue reading

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Home Work

My gardener is missing working weeks.The man’s unwell and though I think he’ll mend,for now I’m not portraying one who seeksto hire expertise. For I intendto daily do a bit. The pokeweed speakseach morning, even now too strong to bend,while … Continue reading

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