Author Archives: sputterpub

Tunnel Vision

He’s worked now for a quarter centuryrepairing locks and understanding keys.His focus trained on home security,he doesn’t make allowance for the easeof safety on the bus. He cannot seea walk without his bear-spray expertise.Like retailers who claim most shoppers steal,this … Continue reading →

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On the Seesaw

When I worked every weekday at a job,I suffered now and then at getting donea task or ten the calendar would lobas deadline loomed, depending on someoneto answer me, return a call or runa program I provided with due careand … Continue reading →

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Pattern Change

When I was young, and even in my prime,I escalated eating with the day.No breakfast, little lunch – by dinnertimemy appetite would rarely go away.The calories reserved did not allaymy hunger – so I munched and added weight.But now I’m … Continue reading →

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Mechanical Dreams

The dreams I screened last night contained machines:a washer (twice), an elevator, car,and telephones. I don’t know what it means,for nothing broke and no one went too far.They seemed vignettes of ordinary scenes,myself as witness or the active star.My sleep … Continue reading →

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Is Something There?

Is something there, atop my place of ease?I’m hearing thumping lately from somewhereabove, that’s like a mammal scratching fleas.Is something there? A roof-explorer in the upper air?Or is a skunk inside, that brings unease?I smelled that musk last night in … Continue reading →

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CV

Her story’s interesting till 23.Her childhood was challenging by far –she lived with functional insanity,and grandma love and dwelling in a car,and moving west to better care, but stilladventuring alone a lot abroad.She managed by the force of surging willto … Continue reading →

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A Good Dinner

We gathered for a dinner Saturday –three aging siblings with our mother, whoattains age 98 this week. We playas ever well together – only twomost visits (Three’s 500 miles away) –but this feast reunited all her crew.Her praise and warmth … Continue reading →

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Cool is Come

The 19th of October was the lasthot day we had this year this near the bay.A month after the equinox had passed,our weather granted autumn chilly sway.We even saw some rain in our forecast.The time has come to pack the … Continue reading →

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Fixation

When I moved in the sliding door was old,yet it was lockable for 15 yearsbefore it acted iffy and its holdgrew unreliable. But I’d no fearsabout security. My little placeis hidden from the street, by most unknown.There isn’t much that … Continue reading →

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Interval

I’m better now the package has been mailed,with check and forms collated best I could.Since then the steady worries that assailed,persistent stress that does no body good,abated, and the noise in neighborhoodhas eased the last few days (but just for … Continue reading →

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