Author Archives: sputterpub

Downside

A consequence of immortality?Surviving all the cousins and the peers.Enduring chronic solitude may bea circumstance unworthy of more years.Likewise, maintaining health as dotage nearsproduces loneliness, when all aroundcompanions bend, forget, lose eyes and ears.But if I’ve other paths they are … Continue reading

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Memorandum

I’ve reached a stage when nothing feels as goodas comfort in my body. That may bethe case because I’ve long embraced the shouldof heart, and worked my brain incessantly,so guilty conscience doesn’t trouble me –regret’s a stranger to my peace … Continue reading

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Silly Question

“What’s going on with Portland?” queried she,and naturally attempting to refuseto justify irrationality,I recommended turning off the news.But she persisted, and I can’t defusethe plaintive nagging tone she puts in play.So I suggested she enlarge her views,and said “no worse … Continue reading

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Upon Return

I woke too early yesterday, beforea shift alone with grandkids 4 and 8.They’re company I normally adoreand those 5 hours I would not abate.But oh the journey home took from me moreof stamina than I’ve reserved of late.The subsequents – … Continue reading

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Obstaculitis

Congested traffic Friday afternoonwas neighbor-notable at half past 2.My amble was at normal pace, but soonI overtook 4 dozen cars. A slewof drivers changed their course by yaw and skew,but I proceeded happy on concrete.I never passed the cause of … Continue reading

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Breakage

A chasm yawns between two bosom friendsthat history and loyalty can’t span.One focuses on memory, intendsto recollect correctly, with a planfor clarity. The other always spendsher stamina on feeling. Neither canrepair a bridge as footings shake apart –attempts cause ache … Continue reading

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Homing

The trip was good – vacations always provehow beneficial is a change of scene,a variance in how I daily move,a welcome stirring break from all routine.But time adjustment time, and jogs betweendescendant dens, have kept me on the roam.At last … Continue reading

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No Air Share

The two old white guys on the plane near meassumed that I would yield whatever spacethey wanted, though they each moved mindlesslyand neither seemed to have a thoughtful face.But maybe that’s inaccurate – I seesuch lack of focus, every time … Continue reading

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The Turnaround

When we arrived, she wasn’t feeling well.Her attitude was obstinate and stressed.Before she started carping we could tell,although we knew it wasn’t lack of rest.She spoke and acted like she was depressed.We had to give the restaurant a shove,but wine … Continue reading

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Ever-Blow

The guy insulted me while dining out,although he knew the meal would be my treat.He spoke as if I weren’t there, no doubtdeluded that his words were wise and neat.I didn’t quibble and I didn’t shout.That blowhard never learned to … Continue reading

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