Author Archives: sputterpub

Middling

The daily walks of Covid had no aim,except to circulate without my walls.Selecting a duration was the game,and midway through I’d angle back to home.I rarely had an errand I could claim,but always knew when I was halfway through.An exploration … Continue reading →

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Reflection

Commuting home last night, I saw the signreflected backwards in a window pane.And I read “Bears” in every rounded line,the B reversed but otherwise so plainI couldn’t unsee it. “2169″was nothing obvious – I can’t explainwhy even after reading it … Continue reading →

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Emoji Text

Last night he texted love to me alone.Until then all the chats were seen by three.He’s nine and really likes to use the phonehe got four months ago. Assuredlythe message lacks originality,but I’ll take love with melting gratitude.That’s why I … Continue reading →

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Hot Water

I had to fast to satisfy a lab.Not even morning coffee was okay.Accepting that (it’s rare), I didn’t crab;I sipped hot water substitute today.But leaving early was the harder play,without the time to meditate or write.I put good obligations on … Continue reading →

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These Acres

Before I saw the tassled multitudeI didn’t think about commencement rites.When I matriculated, we eschewedthe pomp and photographs of branded sights.But five and fifty years did not occludefamiliar passages and slanting lightsadjacent to the intersecting creek.These acres answer any time … Continue reading →

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Me Day

My parents used to scoff at Mother’s Day.“A Hallmark-started holiday,” said Dad.To Mom the date her mother died – dismayand grief uniting always made her sad.But I learn, from the way my kids conveytheir love and gratitude. This year I … Continue reading →

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Compounding

Again I learn I’ve only to begin,to start a train of thought, to ponder, mull,without concern about an originor end, and though the engine isn’t fullat first, I feel the innards start to spin,the pistons push, and there’s a miracleof … Continue reading →

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Annuity

Today I contemplate annuities,to comfort and enable progeny.I don’t intend allowance, but might seizethe means to sponsor creativity.No micro-management or threat to freezewould be a part of what could come to be:support until I shuffle off this coil,endowing loved ones … Continue reading →

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Fiction

The lunch did not occur. There was no faceacross a table nor a bubbling potof cassoulet. Opinions here do trace;the lunch did not. There’s license to facilitate a plot(with hopefully no forcing, and with grace) –a fledgling author thought it … Continue reading →

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Pole of Mystery

The pole is bolted onto fresh concrete,its height about four feet, its color black.A year of paving work upon the streethas left us with this column in our track.Will it remain when all the work’s complete?It’s shaped like a pedestrian … Continue reading →

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