Author Archives: sputterpub

After an Early Task

Posted on December 22, 2022 by sputterpub

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

Posted on December 21, 2022 by sputterpub

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

Posted on December 20, 2022 by sputterpub

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

Posted on December 19, 2022 by sputterpub

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

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Biddy and the Bitch

Posted on December 18, 2022 by sputterpub

It’s rainy. I don’t want to make a fuss.I’m fit but old and home is beckoning.I try to exit (rear door) from the bus –“Excuse me” doesn’t budge youth reckoningI’ll edge aside – I get to hear her cusswhile boarding, … Continue reading →

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The Boomer Network

Posted on December 17, 2022 by sputterpub

In 1998, when Google cameupon the scene, and still 9 years beforethe iPhone introduction, I could claima quarter century of office work.Then pension plan consulting was the namedescribing us, and when we needed help,we called on colleagues, brain-stormed: all aflamewith … Continue reading →

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The Hour Hand

Posted on December 16, 2022 by sputterpub

We know the clock face features moving hands,but we can’t watch the motion of the onefor hours. Everybody understandsit moves, yet eyes do not perceive its run.In growing up with analog, our frameof reference thus includes the metaphorthat shift occurs … Continue reading →

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Consulting

Posted on December 15, 2022 by sputterpub

I wrestled with a client all last week,for after answering his questions right,I had to counter his attempts to tweakour joint perspective till, within his sight,he’d get results he sought (or tried to seek).I used deliberate words and expert might.I … Continue reading →

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Potless

Posted on December 14, 2022 by sputterpub

Some months ago I gave up using pot.I had to stop inhaling smoke or vape.My bronchiae protested such a lot I heeded, though too late for full escape.I sampled edibles, but their delay,and flavor that repelled or led to morethan … Continue reading →

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One Thousand and One Days

Posted on December 13, 2022 by sputterpub

Poetic license authorizes meto break some grammar rules, to twist a word,to stretch a metric foot’s capacity,to host ideas my parents called absurd.It grants me room to battle paucityof language, and to fancy someone heard.It let me play Scheherazade of … Continue reading →

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