Author Archives: sputterpub

Petulant People

They called the generation Great, who boreas children the Depression, and then foughta few years later in the awful war(that birthed the bomb) in which the world was caught.But speaking as a child of that lot,before the last of them … Continue reading →

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Unseen

I long to know the reason we’re all here.I recollect that as my lasting goal.As far as I remember, it was clear –the question bloomed and never left my soul.I set myself to plumb the depth of me,eschewing all delusion … Continue reading →

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Glitchy Stats

It’s no big deal – it’s just a Wordle game,and though at first I played at several types,I never registered a usernameor password. I ignored attempted hypes.But still I see statistics all the same,and while I’m not expressing any gripes,some … Continue reading →

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Sticky Temptation

I’m not hungry, buthere are two ripe nectarines:sticky temptation.

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Reversal of Intention

How often now I wake and feel my age,and shuffle to the kitchen for my brew,and listen to my neck, and try to gaugethe quantity of creaks and tweaks. I skewintention – maybe I should rest today.Perhaps I’ll take it … Continue reading →

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Please Hang Up

I noticed the unnoticed in my youth –my friends and neighbors often failed to seethe world around themselves. But here’s the truth –the situation’s worsened drastically.No doubt the Web and brain plasticityhave changed those minds – distractive in all ways,inducing … Continue reading →

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Books and the Bookstore

I walked into a bookstore and securedthe lowest-paying job I loved the best.I got to spend my days with dust, immuredamid used books, near maps, at the behestof inattentive managers. I soldthe stuff I craved; I dealt in print with … Continue reading →

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Sorry for Your Loss

I’m sorry for your loss, my sister-friend.Although there wasn’t likelihood you’d getmaternal love and nurture, still, her endeliminates the chance that she’d regrether failure, and employ this time in tenderlate expression. Please don’t be upsettoo much – she suffered punishment … Continue reading →

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Not Missing You

I’ll want to say I missed you when you’re back,but I don’t think those words will be sincere.We talk too much – I never feel a lack –and you’re so often home you’re always near.You like to wage a vehement … Continue reading →

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I Don’t Suppose

I don’t suppose you’ll stop advising me,although I’m seldom sad or prone to lows.Your strong suit isn’t your sagacity,I don’t suppose. Your reading’s always fictional and prose.And though you say you relish history,your own mishaps don’t put you on your … Continue reading →

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