Author Archives: sputterpub

Stamina

Posted on September 3, 2022 by sputterpub

I know smart people lusting to belongamong the class of writers who are famed.They want to fashion fiction or a songof which no other writer’d be ashamed.Imagining the honors to be claimed,the signings, the distinction day and night,they dream of … Continue reading →

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Mask Alert

Posted on September 2, 2022 by sputterpub

The buses still require masking here,and most of them will give you one for free.But there’s no substitute for bearing gear;at end of day, they make no guaranteeyour bus will have one left – uncivillytoo many take too many and … Continue reading →

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Spin

Posted on September 1, 2022 by sputterpub

“I want the pill,” our ancient mother said,last week when she was suffering fatigueand urgent emptying of waste, insteadof constipation’s regular beleague.She has her mind. No terminal diseasebesets her at the age of 96.Distrusting all her meds, she voices pleasof … Continue reading →

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Sex

Posted on August 31, 2022 by sputterpub

I think I wasn’t very good at sex,she stated recently, age 70.As if there were tutorials, complex,athletic, something like pornography.As if a mate who does my man expectshis way with her to mimic his with me.I wonder they don’t know, … Continue reading →

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Friendly Racket

Posted on August 30, 2022 by sputterpub

The cottage where I live is in a yardbehind a big brown-shingled Berkeley boxcontaining four apartments. It’s not hardto relish quiet, rarely needing locks,for I’m unseen, unheard, just on my guardenough. It’s seldom anybody knocks.But lately maintenance work in front … Continue reading →

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Too Old to Level Up

Posted on August 29, 2022 by sputterpub

My bedtime habits were unchanged last night.The hour was the usual, the bedas comfortable as ever, and the lightno brighter than the customary glow.Yet sleep was slow to come to me. No frightor worry filled my mind, but drowsy dreamssuccessively … Continue reading →

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Sleep Position

Posted on August 28, 2022 by sputterpub

A side sleeper since I was 17,I used the port side of the marriage bedand didn’t know how much that choice would mean(no matter where we moved we kept our edge).When we divorced I switched, and then was seenby kids … Continue reading →

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Metering Me

Posted on August 27, 2022 by sputterpub

There isn’t any need to hurry.Fortune is deferring worry.Favors I don’t have to curry.Though my vision’s often blurrythat’s from floaters, quite benign.I can now afford a soft decline.

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Moving Gently

Posted on August 26, 2022 by sputterpub

The disconnect between my mirror faceand how it feels within has grown so vast,I’m nearly into dodging any placereflecting my own visage back to me.But first I’ll try to cultivate some grace(imagining the worse the future holds).I’ll practice balance and … Continue reading →

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Kindergarten

Posted on August 25, 2022 by sputterpub

My buddy started big-kid school last week.He trotted off without a backward glance.But he was up before his clock could speak,and after school his bowels marked his pants(who’s not since birth endured that circumstance).He’s brave, and teeming with intelligence,but probably … Continue reading →

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