Author Archives: sputterpub

Armchair Psychology

Posted on March 7, 2023 by sputterpub

Confronted with enigma of the sorta person evidences acting weird,I’m likely to create my own report:a fiction that implies how things appeared.What motivation or pathologypropels a character to acts deserved?Which facets of the personalitywould naturally produce the scenes observed? If … Continue reading →

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Danger Home

Posted on March 6, 2023 by sputterpub

Her folks divorced when she was 6 years old.Her father grew disordered in his mind.She sensed the edginess, but never toldher mother how the evenings misaligned.Two score of years were fated to unfoldbefore she trod that neighborhood, to finda memory … Continue reading →

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Accumulation

Posted on March 5, 2023 by sputterpub

Four years ago my bathroom was remade,creating space for bathtub, better sink,retaining skylight, fitting higher gradeof tile. My designer had to thinkcreatively; the workers knew their trade.I use the sink to rinse but not to drink,shampoo or launder. I behave … Continue reading →

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Rarity

Posted on March 4, 2023 by sputterpub

I sometimes wonder how it would have beenif I had had a mother like I am,if needs had been expressed and met, begin-ning early, never hearing “Can it! Scram.”And now I watch my adult son, and knowhis father was a … Continue reading →

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Blue on Blue

Posted on March 3, 2023 by sputterpub

I’ve ridden rails for over 50 years,and often disapproved of how they spendtheir funds, complain of loss, and cringe at fearsof deficit while eating each stipend.But now with age and Covid, it appearsthe stress is real, while contractors extendenhancements pre-approved, … Continue reading →

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Dead Tree

Posted on March 2, 2023 by sputterpub

I don’t know what variety it was,but there are three adjacent to the fence.I’m noticing it recently, becausethe guy who tends the garden pointed thencea month ago. Its death conveyed no sense,but he and I intend to make amendsto dirt … Continue reading →

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Guilty (The Asshole)

Posted on March 1, 2023 by sputterpub

I recollect that lunch I had with youa decade and a half post our divorce,describing how my own self-knowledge grewto counter some old causes of remorse.Then glibly you replied you’d known no guiltsince we split up, as if I were … Continue reading →

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I Didn’t Know

Posted on February 28, 2023 by sputterpub

I didn’t know your dad was negligent.Before we split I saw him love you so,I had no clue he grew incompetent.I didn’t know. Our breakup wasn’t angry or belowthe surface, didn’t come as accident –pathology now clear then didn’t show. … Continue reading →

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Efflorescence

Posted on February 27, 2023 by sputterpub

The mortar’s not supposed to turn to dust.It shouldn’t bulge and powder-drop this way.I’ll call and pay a tradesman if I must,but that’s an errand for a later day.I’m sure there’s water – we had so much rain,there has to … Continue reading →

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Brownie Nut Cookies

Posted on February 26, 2023 by sputterpub

I tried a cookie recipe last week.I substituted walnuts for pecansand used straight allulose, but my techniquewas sensible (as were the written plans).And I’ll report they have the taste I seek:full chocolate while adhering to the banswe’ve chosen – anti-sugar, … Continue reading →

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