Author Archives: sputterpub

The Fourth Time

I kind of like it when I’m incorrect.That path bisects a place where I can learn.Initially, we neither could connectbut recently, when I had to returnto meet you as a client, I at firstdisdained your arrogance just as before,abhorred your … Continue reading

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Pleasant Surprise

I know I have a herniated disk.My doctor told me 16 years ago.He read the MRI and said I riska rupture if I fail to care just so.And 50 years of phoning made a wreckof infrastructure in my upper spine.I’ve … Continue reading

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What Comes with Crows

Sometimes the bird shit is hard to ignore –splats of bright white on the deck.Waking this morning I paused at the door,arrested by more than a speck.A crow had released a catharsis beforeI arose, but not long did it wreckmy … Continue reading

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Foolish Fortune

The final jobs were finished yesterday,resurfacing the bulk in front of me.They hung the entry lights and the displayof house address and mostly, finally,the box where mail is put for them and me.Of course they chose all wrong: house numbers … Continue reading

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Appointment Postponed

On Tuesday morning she was so concernedabout a foster kid who’s 38,she planned to see his doctor with him, yearnedto question protocols and advocatefor tests and facts – whatever could be learned.By Thursday when he said he might be late,her … Continue reading

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Kindergarten Art

The artist worked in watercolor ona pastel-rendered outline of balloon.He used his favorite hue for what was drawn,and backed it with good contrast. Afternoonwas picked to showcase artwork that would soonbe moved to home to quickly disappear.So I’ll preserve his … Continue reading

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After an Early Task

Exertion that’s required can produceexquisite feeling after it is done.I had to leave my home and put in usecommuting skills, too early to be fun.My coffee I’d the tactic to reduce(so bladder pressure ratcheted to none).Two hours later I attained … Continue reading

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DMV Appointment

Today I have to brave the DMV.My license shows an expiration datethat’s coming soon. I have PTSDfrom when I last endured their stink and wait.But after this, I get a REAL IDthat’s good for years, according to the state.My shopping’s … Continue reading

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December in My Shed Office

This month and next the temperature’s as lowas it will be all year, at my address.It isn’t even freezing, but you knowwe aren’t built to weather frostiness.I use a wooden shed to store the messof paper, upright bike, and my … Continue reading

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Encouraging Masks

Does your mask despair?The positive sign at BARTaddresses that plight.

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