Author Archives: sputterpub

My Glossary

When someone says they’re proud of what a friend accomplished or the way a soul behaved, I get it, but I more than comprehend — to me the feeling pride suggests they saved or urged or counseled, had some agency, … Continue reading →

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Lassitude

I’m feeling bland and somewhat out of sorts. Recovered now, I do not understand. I’m like a gem that’s really made of quartz. I’m feeling bland. My health improves; I ought to put my hand to tasks deferred, and yet … Continue reading →

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Impotence

I’m told they can’t repair my internet as long as there is scaffolding out front. Of course that doesn’t settle my upset (no splice available, no splint or shunt?). But what’s the point in voicing gripe or grunt? There’s no … Continue reading →

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Early Rising

I don’t know why I woke at 4 a.m. I wasn’t worried. Had I had enough of rest in 10 days home? I doubt the REM was adequate — my eyelids feel as rough as if I were awake all … Continue reading →

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Slow Return

Resuming regular activities by increments, because it’s been 10 days, I’m tentative, and anyhow I’ll please supporting individuals in ways that may not constitute necessities, but I won’t agitate for my old plays. For now indulging in sweet gratitude, I’ll … Continue reading →

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Roseality

With baby steps we’re starting to improve. The work in front gets closer to its end, and snags encountered by the last to move onto this property of late amend. Undoubtedly the list will never end, but here’s a Covid … Continue reading →

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Nearly Negative

I’m trying not to dance around, but so far no dark line appears. Can this be true? Will it be found no virus now detected? Fears I’ll see that stripe again abound — although the anti-viral clears the system soon … Continue reading →

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Lights

I listened to the song you sent, and it demolished me. I understand just what you meant — it’s where I want to be.

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Covid-Stuck

I’m Covid-stuck at home alone 10 days, but this seems easier than at the start. Time passes as I nap, and I’ve learned ways to while hours now. The food and meds I want my brother lovingly conveys. The need … Continue reading →

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A Brief Arrest

I watched my children, when it started, freak out at the threat it held for their young kid. They closed their doors entirely, and week by week they said to me they must forbid my visiting unless I saw no … Continue reading →

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