Author Archives: sputterpub

No (Sub)Text

My promise: if I’vea criticism of you,I’ll say it out loud.

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Ensconced

Away from home but on familiar land,it’s good here now. I miss my bath and bed,or course – amenities at my command –but I’ve this week abundant love instead.These people understand my heart and heada little more than most, without … Continue reading

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Motivation

Of course I wouldn’t write you to offend;I didn’t send that text to criticize.Why were you so inclined to cringe, distendthe tone to judge, and fire those repliesall self-reflective, immature, unwise?I’m not a type or version on a shelf.As much … Continue reading

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Cancellation

My calendar got easier last night.My offspring have decided not to flyacross the country, toward the virus blightthat dominates Southeast. Now some may crythey’ll miss a wedding ceremony. Right.They won’t expose the baby or defythe odds and carry back a … Continue reading

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Now What?

So if I understand the late reports,the shot may not be everything we need.Preliminary testing shows it thwartsinflammatory storm and, yes indeed,reduces virulence, but my newsfeedsuggests the viral load in every nosecan harm our little loved ones and impedereturn to … Continue reading

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Whazzat?

I’ve heard the bird for weeks but haven’t seenits size and shape, its flight or coloring.I googled corvid calls – I played umpteenrecordings, but don’t recognize this thing.Today I got a glimpse of white-edged wingin glide above the garden, with … Continue reading

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Warmth

An aging tabby in the house next doorextends herself on couchback every day,to soak in sunshine warming tan velour.My daughter’s senior dog now has a wayof napping where the furnace warms the floor,as if the spot’s his private heat array.I … Continue reading

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I Early Chose

I early chose refusal to a rolethat mis-portrayed the person in my soul.I recollect resisting Mom’s conceits,rejecting school and synagogue entreats,combating tries to channel or cajole. They erred, and I was forced to take control.I knew if being loved was … Continue reading

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Affectionate Squats

I like to think I’m agile, but I’m old.I walk a lot. I exercise three ways.But after new exertion, truth be told,my muscles ache, demand a healing phase,and then I’m fresh-astonished. Yesterday’sacquaintance with a baby made me sore!It’s not bad … Continue reading

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A Dry Wet

The leaf and leak patrols are out in force.I hear the power mowers, and I seethe EBMUD driver, in his truck of course,on cell phone while awaiting company.Surmising leaks they seek to find the source;our soaring bills denote a mystery.The … Continue reading

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