Author Archives: sputterpub

Ode to Oct

October is my favorite month, I think.It’s past September’s ambiguity.It’s clearly Fall and sunsets skew to pink,while nights are growing in temeritylike adolescent forays on the brinkof edging into self-discovery.October isn’t serious or mean,and terminates by hosting Halloween. (Ottava Rima)

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Balsamic Vinaigrette

The oil and the vinegaremulsified so beautifully,like honey twined with claret wine,like strands of syrup jewels.

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The Postponement

It hurt my heart to watch his face reflecthis disappointment with our game delay.His mother made the pair of us expectwe’d have tonight for unmolested play.It wasn’t my idea – I didn’t saylet’s go again so soon. He didn’t seekit … Continue reading

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Chill

I turned the heaters on the other day –the bathroom felt too chill at 8 a.m.And later, when the sky grew black from gray,I fired up the furnace. Using thembefore November isn’t often done.I’m California-proud and try to dowith heat … Continue reading

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Unforgetting

I doubt that I’ll needto recall how my excessmade me ail last night.

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Posture

The challenge in the morning ride is mucus management.Arising dry I feel the slide – I once was diligentand blew my nose to clear the flow, but that produced an achebetween my ear and throat I know such repetitions make.I … Continue reading

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Refresh

I’m needing to refresh my fitness goal.My habits have relaxed too much of late.I’m almost eager to resume controland not continue to procrastinate.I used to limit what and when I ate,and log good exercise six days a week.I’m not extreme, … Continue reading

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Bath Denied

Two days ago, I ran a bath for meto linger in and soak my stress apart.I entered it half-full – the wateryamassment hadn’t reached desired depth,when pressure ebbed and flow decreased to bea dribble to a drop, and then all … Continue reading

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What’s Wrong with Her?

What’s wrong with her? Again she reads a bookshe first encountered fifty years agothat holds no wit she doesn’t clearly know. Each fall and spring she takes another lookat comedy above and sense below.What’s wrong with her? Again she reads … Continue reading

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Girlish

Most people I’ve knownhave let life happen to themespecially girls.

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