Author Archives: sputterpub

Geriatric Insomnia

If I were you I wouldn’t fret so much –I’d never let insomnia affectmy attitude. I’d try to get in touchwith rest by inspiration. I’d expectto soothe with meditation, breath and such.I wouldn’t toss until my sheets were wrecked,or seek … Continue reading →

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Parsimony

The dowager becomes more miserlywith every year that’s passed. Although her wealthincreases from compound longevity,and she sustains most limb and organ health,her gift for giving dims more than her sight;her spending’s lost more volume than her ears.For holidays she writes … Continue reading →

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Train Sound

I wonder why I heard the train today.Inversion in the atmosphere can bringthe whistle from the tracks that edge the bay,but weathermen have not said anythingof variance. The rails are miles away(like two point five by crow or seagull wing).The … Continue reading →

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Snicks

We made the cookies early Saturday.Participants were two years old and six.They measured solids carefully the waywe read, while I creamed sugar with the sticksof butter, to the texture of wet clay.Our bowl soon held a yummy perfect mixwe rolled … Continue reading →

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Passiflora

By planting passionflower once, I foundI didn’t like its ranginess – the wayits branches climbed in clusters from the groundand how it dominated the displaymy trellis offered, crowding till it crownedthe young wisteria in spring’s array.I pulled that passionflower vine … Continue reading →

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Mystery Roost

I started hearing hoots a week ago –an evening croon from somewhere up abovethat penetrated consciousness to throwattention from TV to trees I love.I couldn’t guess at first. I didn’t knowwho spoke, except it was no mourning dove.I haven’t seen … Continue reading →

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10K

I’ve walked for transportation 60 years,and seldom counted steps except when bored,or treading stairs to shift kinetic gearsand reach a railroad platform. I affordmyself a lot of time without an app reward,odometer, or any figured goal.But I’ve a phone I … Continue reading →

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Why I Walk (An Acrostic Sonnet)

Without a doubt this is my exercise.However old or sore I grow to be,You’ll notice I am walking, body-wiseIn every weather, till adversityWithholds me, trips me, interrupts my flow.And I can list the benefits I win,Like movement, and the way … Continue reading →

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Seltzer

I wasn’t far from home, but to my tonguethe water didn’t taste as clean to me.I carbonated it the same, gas sprungfrom cannister familiarity.And tap water’s as excellent amongthe SF Bay municipalityas EBMUD gives. Perhaps my filter doesprovide? At home … Continue reading →

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Disclosive

Disclosive is my preference, but I tryto filter speech so it won’t seem unkind.I’m never like my mother, whose replyis often what looms loudest in her mind.I’d rather not keep secrets or be sly –to tell the truth I’ll always … Continue reading →

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