Author Archives: sputterpub

Under the Skin

Repeatedly she self-describes aloud.“Emotional” she calls her point of view.She’s plugging into feelings, and she’s proudto publicize what’s in her heart as true.She makes me recollect the man who claimedhe’s so endowed and full of empathyhe’s almost paralyzed – he’s … Continue reading →

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The Silence Keep

The structure that they’re building to the eastof me, has now attained the framing stage.The concrete work is done. The noise decreased,and two-by-fours are starting to assuagemy zeal for future privacy – at least,I see few window spaces in the … Continue reading →

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On an August Morning

I’ve watched dramatic sunsets now and then,or sky so blue it almost spanks my eyes,a valley dawn that makes me sigh “amen,”and massing clouds portending drought’s demise.I’ve looked above me over and again,assessing what our atmosphere supplies.The view at nearly … Continue reading →

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Missing

I heard a thump upon the deck last night,and searched today to find the noisy source.Before I saw the fallen rock, my sightwas taken by these spectacles, of course.Undoubtedly, some squirrel dropped them rightbefore my office door with no remorse.But … Continue reading →

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Policy

She said that’s not the way she picks a book,when I suggested browsing website stacks.Her strident tone of voice was all it tookto redirect my talk. I didn’t waxsarcastic or remind her how she’d lookwith scorn and cringe at similar … Continue reading →

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The Hyper Horde

The hyper horde of freshmen have besetmy town of late. They pouredfrom cars, offloading gear, incurring debt:the hyper horde. In blue-and-yellow gear they arrowed towardlong registration lines, to stand and sweat,while I avoided streets they tour-explored. But waiting for my … Continue reading →

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Nextdoor Noise

It seems Nextdoor attracts a local groupwith whom I wouldn’t party or converseabout the things that interest me. Each scoopof news reports a lurk or something worse:invasion caught on camera from a stoop;smashed auto glass; a shoving grab of purse.They … Continue reading →

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Moody Mystery

Is this unease I feel? What’s bugging me?My health is good, the weather’s fine; todayI have no tasks, no place I have to be,and as I run an intimate survey,I’ve not offended friends or family.I haven’t lost my memory or … Continue reading →

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On 17th, in August

I’m not a nudist but I’ve been aroundsome clothing-optional environments:hot tubs, exotic beaches, places foundin wilderness or travel. No offensewas ever offered and I try to groundmy vision, but to me it makes no senseto bare the skin to San … Continue reading →

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Fauna Report

A skunk explored the garden yesterdayat 10 a.m. – a little late to show.Twelve hours later raccoons raced their wayacross my roof. They thumped and scurried so,I nearly yelled through skylights – “time to go!”I found a moving bug inside … Continue reading →

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