Author Archives: sputterpub

Puzzle Page

I need to slow the pace a bit.I ought to learn to act my age.That dash was inappropriate –I need to slow the pace a bit.I raced to you and tripped and hitthe floor (the cause? our puzzle page).I need … Continue reading →

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Hostage to Healthcare

It never ends – as long as we’re aliveevents occur, good, bad, and interesting.A colleague 10 years over 65fell yesterday. And that makes everythingwe planned to do be tentative, unsure.We think the cause was fainting after wineand crashing to her … Continue reading →

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Protection

A first-born 5-year old, with cheekbone bruiseacquired on a Wednesday at his school,said “I don’t know” when asked – would not accuseor detail anybody acting cruel.His folks appeared accepting of each word,but happily they gave us space to chat.I told … Continue reading →

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Portal Take Two

That bedtime call we’ve both come to expectdid not go well. Devolving to a bawl,his parents moved to sternly disconnectthat bedtime call. I’ve known the boy since he was four months small,and as his visage crumpled, I felt wrecked.Aflood with … Continue reading →

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On August 1st

Last Monday shades of darkness were the rage.I woke to overcast and clots of rain,and then a crew arrived to build a cageof scaffolding around the house in front.They draped it in black netting as they stagethe building for repair … Continue reading →

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Stridency

Addicted to a strident tone of voice,a heart ablaze with indignation’s heat,it pumps her up – encouraging her choice.And though regret succeeds it, she’ll repeatmalfeasant tone and posture. We rejoiceshe’s working through a process to retreatfrom blaring out her livid … Continue reading →

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Sense Odds

A funny smell, persisting for some days,befalls my nose and brain at times, and thenit disappears like it was just a phase,and I forget till it occurs again.It’s nothing nasty, never smelled before –a little dry and peppery, benignI think … Continue reading →

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Hardscape

They don’t need rain or food or much of dirt.Insecticide has no role in their growth.They may not be attractive, but no hurtbefalls them from neglect. They bloom in bothconcrete and asphalt, able to exerttheir vigor – willing, drilling, never … Continue reading →

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Frames

They’ve started framing traffic signals now.Somebody must have studied gathered facts,and found a way to teach the drivers howto notice what already eye-attracts.A traffic plan made agencies endowideas only esteemed by bureaucrats.The visible results make no one wary.You know the … Continue reading →

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New Dreamform

I host disoriented dreams of late.My sleep is light – the borderline betweenawake or not is weak and inchoate.A rise to consciousness occurs withouta sense of my location or the date.And what is interrupted, when I rouse?Particulars of puzzles that … Continue reading →

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