Author Archives: sputterpub

Saturday’s Project

Posted on July 25, 2022 by sputterpub

Their shelving held four years of sundry stuff,from books and games to cartons sent by stores.The family with more than twice enoughbought bigger shelves with basket drawers and doors.While parents drove to fetch, we said we’d comb –the 5-year old … Continue reading →

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Spider Lesson

Posted on July 24, 2022 by sputterpub

I try to win the games of words or cards,but 2-suit Spider stymied me so muchI broke a winning streak (a streak retardsmy processing with pressure’s squeezing touch).I then threw off the records and its guards.I upped the game to … Continue reading →

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Percolation

Posted on July 23, 2022 by sputterpub

My home is one of five at this address,and I took on responsibilityto pay the common bills, and then assessfrom others what they ought to send to me.The latest invoice had some mystery.I circulated questions. They got shook.But I just … Continue reading →

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Naked DEMO

Posted on July 22, 2022 by sputterpub

My neighborhood’s attractive but it’s dense.We cluster close with separating trees.So when I heard the noise beyond the fenceand up, where houses rear into the breeze,I soon identified the source. From whencethe sound emitted, bare from head to knees:A guy … Continue reading →

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Recidivism

Posted on July 21, 2022 by sputterpub

No sooner did I see some evidenceof gentleness and sensitivity,than she declined to filterless nonsense,and soon resumed obnoxiousness to me.The issue never was intelligence –a potion mixed of acrid jealousy,impatient pique and gossip’s pitchy tarcompounded to infect the way we … Continue reading →

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For Whom I Tote Phone

Posted on July 20, 2022 by sputterpub

My big complaint with kids was all their stuff.I didn’t like to tote the baby gear,and toddlers never seemed to have enoughunless I lugged the bulk. The 7th yearI welcomed – each could organize the thingsrequired or desired when they … Continue reading →

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Time Tricks

Posted on July 19, 2022 by sputterpub

Time’s relative of course, or I should sayexperience of time is varied so –I never sit on stoves – it’s not my wayto want to kiss a pretty girl – althoughI understand the concept. What I knowis often feeling crowded … Continue reading →

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The Houseguest

Posted on July 18, 2022 by sputterpub

My 5-year old best buddy spent the night.Among the stuff he brought – a cuddle friendas long as he, he toted, bedded, whiteand orange, sleepy-faced, and at the endabandoned, on departure out of sighta moment, left for me to apprehend.It’s … Continue reading →

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Offensiphilia

Posted on July 17, 2022 by sputterpub

What do you think ofyou? Yes? Then why so willingto be offended?

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Frayed Fix

Posted on July 16, 2022 by sputterpub

A little frayed on Friday afternoon,unraveling a bit, and at loose ends,unable to relax or to communewith indignation from my kids and friends,I forced myself to walk five blocks, and soonrecovered equanimity. The blendsof breeze on quiet gardens soft-erasedunease, reminding … Continue reading →

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