Author Archives: sputterpub

Diff Day

Assuming I would spend the night awayfrom here, to help escort two kids to bed,and maybe process laundry late today(my Wednesday contribution to their chores),I didn’t have a clue I’d hear him say,“It’s okay, Mom. Let’s make it good for … Continue reading

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Lost & Found

This child entertains me, and provokesideas that ring as fresh in my old head.Discussing losing things and even folks,I told him he can’t lose himself. “In bedand dreaming, maybe,” I then modified.“You might lose bits of your identity.”“No, Grandma,” he … Continue reading

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Monday Mine

A friend suggested lunch and I agreed.We settled on a Monday meal, althoughI love to spend that day at home, to readand write and edit, talking to myselfas much as I require, want or need.On Sunday late the email hit … Continue reading

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Salt-Free

Acknowledging hurt feelings can be wise,but blaming may be stupid and unfair.Perhaps you could switch roles, and recognizeyour sister’s thought, intention, love, and care.What would you have her do? Can you advisebehavior that will get her anywhere?If there’s a wound … Continue reading

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Police Action

Returning from the city, I detrainin downtown Berkeley, Wednesday, 8 at night.Emerging, no one waiting can explainwhy half of Shattuck’s blocked, and every lightwe see is from patrol cars angled rightand left across from us. There’s nothing dreador obvious. I … Continue reading

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Deception

I comprehend our planet’s sick, but hereand now appearances are all benign.The gardens bloom, the sky is blue and clear,the drivers and pedestrians alignin local courtesy. It’s hard to fearcatastrophe when every view is fine.Shipped fruit and radiation rot within … Continue reading

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Draft About Three

I’ve loved my brothers over 60 years.We get along, and one I often see.The other (middle) left us for the spheresex-patriot and, now retired, helives half a thousand miles from home base,where even yet our mother carries on.We text or … Continue reading

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Impatient Patient Log

Impatient even now, past 95,she seeks a speedy fix for any ill.She’s been this way as long as I’m alive –task-oriented with a stubborn will.Each fall she takes she’ll bruise and bleed, but stillshe lives and mends in months, to … Continue reading

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Time Out

I had a spare hour last Friday at 2.I stretched out full-length on the floor.I didn’t have errands or labor to do,and outside the rain fell some more.The fire glowed orange – its heat was a treat –it’s spring but … Continue reading

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To Feel Your Best (YWA)

To feel my best, I guess I can’t forego.I thought to skip a day, to try to rest,but less than half an hour I’ll bestow,to feel my best. I overdid last night, to fete a guest –a lot of wine, … Continue reading

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