Author Archives: sputterpub

Square Meal

Posted on November 25, 2023 by sputterpub

I chopped and cooked a square meal yesterday.It’s actually enough to serve for four.The sky invited me – it glowered grayand hung the intimation it could pour.No task or errand lured my feet awayfrom making food that’s suitable to store.I … Continue reading →

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Neurodiverity

Posted on November 24, 2023 by sputterpub

The autism spectrum appears to be wide –more nuanced than visible light.While some demarcations are identifiedI doubt that the shrinks have it right. When Sally said neurodivergent’s the word,I think Siggy tossed in his grave,and Carl’s ghost suggested the notion’s … Continue reading →

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A Safe Hate

Posted on November 23, 2023 by sputterpub

There will be times a growing person hates –occasions of confusion or ill will,when anger fills the heart and no debatescan settle feelings mixed and poised to spill.A child’s ego grows and separates,and needs to learn to handle well and … Continue reading →

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Punch-Drunk Policies

Posted on November 22, 2023 by sputterpub

Some people favor personalityand others espouse policies instead.“I hate French food,” a fool once said to me,and twice I’ve heard acquaintances declarethat they won’t read a novel if they seethe movie adaptation first, as ifboth treatments have the same capacity.There’s … Continue reading →

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Philomathy

Posted on November 21, 2023 by sputterpub

“Sapiosexual” she voiced to me,when I said I’m turned on by learning, butI looked it up and found that, technically,her term denotes attraction to a brainabove the norm. But let’s speak honestly –alone or not, I thrill to new ideas.It’s … Continue reading →

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Three Stations

Posted on November 20, 2023 by sputterpub

Three stations situated near my place –Downtown, Rockridge, and Ashby – are arounda 30-minute walk I oft embrace.The first is up, the others underground.The stroll’s more interesting, is what I’ve found,in north or south directions. But the west(to Ashby, fewer … Continue reading →

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Sentence

Posted on November 19, 2023 by sputterpub

Deciding I won’t exercise the waythat’s customary, nursing a sore armI got from shots I suffered yesterday,intended to protect from viral harm,succeeded by a trek with full displayto kin of school and avenue aswarm,I bathe and rest with zero tasks … Continue reading →

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An Incompatible Metaphor

Posted on November 18, 2023 by sputterpub

When we were young and lovely, and in love,and trying to identify the waysthat we were similar, as if to shoveconclusions we’d be soulmates all our days,we little noticed difference in the hazethat passion wove around us and between.We didn’t … Continue reading →

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Incipient Windows

Posted on November 17, 2023 by sputterpub

Erection moves along beyond the wallof brick that borders to the east of here.It hasn’t been a silent build at all,and as it grows its western features rear:four holes ill-placed are windows in the tallexpanse (two stories), where no view … Continue reading →

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Exposure

Posted on November 16, 2023 by sputterpub

Returning after dark the other night,my caution and alertness was increased.I waited for a bus in scattered lightfrom shop fronts and sparse traffic, yearning eastand watching idlers, drivers in my sightin neutral, males unmoving not the least,without an inkling I’d … Continue reading →

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