Author Archives: sputterpub

Cautious

Posted on January 29, 2022 by sputterpub

The news reports they listen to or readare erudite or academic sorts,that fuel their fears and act like chicken feed –the news reports. That 1 in 12 tests positive distortsperspective, by ignoring that indeed11 stand beside as viral thwarts. They’ve … Continue reading →

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Blur

Posted on January 28, 2022 by sputterpub

What day is it today? I used to know –I opened up my calendar and looked.I listed tasks and charted errands, soI wouldn’t waste a step or miss a bookedappointment. Now is otherwise, and no –it’s not retirement. My brain’s … Continue reading →

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Early Vocabulary

Posted on January 27, 2022 by sputterpub

Attempting to record precocious speechat nearly 5, I note for “ignorant”he coined “unknowingful,” which has more reach,I think, and better catches what is meant.And lately, as our Portal time is spent,we look ahead to when this surge has moved.We’re separated … Continue reading →

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Lit & Life

Posted on January 26, 2022 by sputterpub

Reading the storieswas better than life,when I was youngand longing to live. Reading the storiesis better than life,now I am oldand remembering.

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Typhoid Tuesday

Posted on January 25, 2022 by sputterpub

I call it Typhoid Tuesday nowadays(for sure I’m aiming to alliterate),as dread Coronavirus wends all waysand keeps me mostly home again of late.One day in seven I associatewith others – work and dining comes about.Returning home I have to isolate,but … Continue reading →

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The Avocado Hunt

Posted on January 24, 2022 by sputterpub

I avocado-hunted yesterday.Abundance is no January theme,but I attempt to make my salads gaythese homebound weeks, and avocados seema treat, in guac or served most any way.I captured four. I know their color scheme –organic local’s large and incomplete,but three … Continue reading →

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The Bar Room Rule

Posted on January 23, 2022 by sputterpub

I drank too much when I was 28and circumstances moved me, after work,to meet a friend, to talk and celebrateor air complaints about my boss – a jerk –and other stressors bound to nag or irk.She taught me – “Be … Continue reading →

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The Dwarf

Posted on January 22, 2022 by sputterpub

The lemon tree’s a dwarf and in a pot,and though the garden’s shady, most the plantsare thriving whether weather’s good or not,but that poor lemon never had a chance.No matter where, it drooped like it forgotthe path to prosper and … Continue reading →

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She Hates Her Mom

Posted on January 21, 2022 by sputterpub

She hates her mom, resents her, and ignoresher now she’s old and dull and not aware.I told her toxic feeling rusts and scoresthe soul, suggesting that perhaps she’d careimagining severity and soresin mother-history. She won’t go there.Her peace does not … Continue reading →

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My Word

Posted on January 20, 2022 by sputterpub

At 40, when life seemed to run amuckfor everybody’s then and future play,I found I kept reiterating “Fuck!”But I kept living, till there came the daywhen I moved to the mantra of “Ok-a-ay.”Of late our world is worse – beyond … Continue reading →

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