Author Archives: sputterpub

10th Day Out

Posted on September 15, 2025 by sputterpub

The weather has been cooler than expected.The menu is a challenge to resist.Some flaws in the companion are detected,and naturally some hominess is missed.But nothing fundamental’s in a twist:I have no pains; I’m sleeping well enough.I feel a little growth, … Continue reading →

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Irritation

Posted on September 14, 2025 by sputterpub

I’m sure I must annoy her in a wayor two, but I don’t evidence a moodof testiness, and though I can conveyfatigue with face, I doubt I’m ever screwedin scowl. I don’t balk at attitude –I hardly even note it … Continue reading →

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Docked at Honfleur (A Halfway Point)

Posted on September 13, 2025 by sputterpub

The walks are interesting; I’ve liked each scene.The food is various and sleep’s okay.I’m loving the departure from routine –I spend time otherwise, and every dayhas different irks and merits to convey.The weather is remarkably like home;the water colors match … Continue reading →

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On/Off and Off and On in London

Posted on September 12, 2025 by sputterpub

We must have crossed the river seven times,aboard the On/Off bus and then apace.Although we didn’t witness any crimes,we noticed gangs of tourists stuffing faceand clogging every vantage, every place,restricting the advancement of our roamwith photos and no evidence of … Continue reading →

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En Route

Posted on September 11, 2025 by sputterpub

Do you remember 50 years ago, when SNL was funny, and we thought we’d change the world with humor? Did we grow unsubtle and unwise as decades brought nostalgia, and we lost the will to know the space between created … Continue reading →

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Gas Powered Steps

Posted on September 10, 2025 by sputterpub

In years the span’s exceeding 55, since I first felt the agony of gas. And from that time, I’ve managed to survive a few attacks until the toxic pass occurred. In general, I seem to thrive — I’m comforted the … Continue reading →

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T Minus 5

Posted on September 9, 2025 by sputterpub

Five days before I left, I had no themeto talk about, no subject to discuss.I focused on my plans and tried to beamsome calm inside, resisting any fussof deadlines, limitations, or extremepreoccupation, letting no words mussmy musing, sensing scenes will … Continue reading →

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The AQ Test

Posted on September 8, 2025 by sputterpub

It’s just an online test, but it was sentto me by one who knows a thing or twoof neuroscience. Clearly it’s not meantto data-mine or sell a point of view.Results are in, and now it’s evidentthat how I self-describe’s precisely … Continue reading →

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18 Days Off

Posted on August 20, 2025 by sputterpub

I’m closing windows, turning off machines,deploying shades, and soon will lock the door.Two bags are packed and you know what it means:I’m off to other regions, to exploresome different ways, fresh attitudes and scenes,from which I’ll feel renewed and even … Continue reading →

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End of the Line

Posted on August 19, 2025 by sputterpub

I’m grateful for the buses running yet.I know the system’s ever earning less.I often ride when walking will not getme where I wish to go without distressof time. Directors lately must resetsome schedules and frequencies, I guess.This stanza marks the … Continue reading →

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