Author Archives: sputterpub

A Gift of Pistachios

Our mom gave us pistachiosthat couldn’t be outclassed.I meant to make them pose for prosebut ate them all too fast.

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Repetitive Motion

It doesn’t take book knowledge to opinerepeated movement causes wear at least.Three score and ten convey a sad decline –I know some flexibility’s deceased,and every month my skin becomes more creased.I’m lucky old. I won’t complain or mournsome inner works … Continue reading

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Regretful

Once upon a time I misbehaved.I hurt no one but I betrayed a trust.My bad went undiscovered – no one ravedor even scowled – there was not a bustor whimper – every consequence was waived.But rue began to eat my … Continue reading

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The Whine of the Week

The smallest state’s equivalent to us –two Senators are what we each elect.So why is there an argument or fusspreserving filibuster? We all knowthe Senate’s anti-democratic, plusRepublicans are weak and seek to cheat.So politicians think they should discussa moribund tradition … Continue reading

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Variety

I heard the sprinklers fire while in bed.I rolled supine and opened morning eyesto evidence of rain above my head –the spattered glass of skylights a surprise.Two hundred miles east there’s heat instead,and low humidity, and blood-red skies.We’re California big … Continue reading

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More On Screens

The place across the yard sold recently.Protective parents purchased it to housetheir kid who seeks a Cal advanced degree.And based on what I see, these folks espouseall paths to caution, internet-advisedand disconnected from reality,installing tools unneeded – specializedfor suburbs and … Continue reading

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Latent Vim

Surprised myself this morning with a rideI thought I lacked the stamina to do.With hesitant consent I modifiedmy calendar, from nothing to a few.Deciding to begin, to soldier throughtwo-thirds of my routine or maybe less,successive pedaling conveyed ten newdegrees of … Continue reading

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Day 8

Five lovely days with 5 I like a lot,and then an afternoon amid 4 more,all finished with a Sunday brunch we gotwhere Mom’s recovering – back on her floorbut slower, with a walker – not a chorebut still a stressor. … Continue reading

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Book Report

My problem with a lot of books these days,at least the ones the Kindle hawks to me,has less to do with failure to amazethan the extent of the banality.Not only do I know too frequentlythe words I’ll see before I … Continue reading

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Stupid Like McCarthy

The adult children set a policy:to come to them their folks must pre-arrangea baby visit. Maybe historyaccounts for what appears to be so strange,or lack of sleep or normal hormone storm,but now the olds have taken such offense,their heated indignation … Continue reading

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