Author Archives: sputterpub

No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

Posted on July 27, 2021 by sputterpub

I’m looking for a water leak, but I don’t have the keys.I’m urging other folks to speak, by email, writing “please.”But I of five am still alone – the others won’t affordthe time to work on their own home – … Continue reading →

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Ambients

Posted on July 26, 2021 by sputterpub

The squirrels spiral-argue up the tree,and tearing bark they chitter-bark back down.A giant redwood is their armory,and eucalyptus forms their battleground.Now crowds of crows send raucous caws around,while seagulls croon and chickens mutter-cluck,and chainsaws fill the air with power sound,invading … Continue reading →

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Push

Posted on July 25, 2021 by sputterpub

About to modify my week’s routine,about to leave my nest to board a plane,I hover like a hummingbird betweentwo blossoms that will fuel me as they drainmy introverted energy. The strainof leaving sanctuary is the priceI’ll pay for love and … Continue reading →

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Worst First

Posted on July 24, 2021 by sputterpub

I save the best for last when I’m alone.That may be evidence my toddler needswere not well met. I’m old. I have no boneto pick with folks no longer here or well,but if I could, I’d take the fattest sconethe … Continue reading →

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Flailing Sestina

Posted on July 23, 2021 by sputterpub

I dabbled in Old Norse at 22,which meant I got Icelandic history.I learned that when a culture’s in demise,when petty kings are facing bitter change,they’re driven to record what’s ending then,with words and pictures or revolting ways. When England turned … Continue reading →

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Give and Take

Posted on July 22, 2021 by sputterpub

I give a littletime, to take a midday walk,to breathe and buy fruit.

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Quiet Work

Posted on July 21, 2021 by sputterpub

I think I’m sensing thoughtfulness amongsome members of the family, toward me.What seldom I experienced when young,may now occur with charming frequency,since I forsook protesting stridently.I sense the rim of what I’ll tolerate –then disconnect or quit them quietly.With time … Continue reading →

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You Make Me Sick

Posted on July 20, 2021 by sputterpub

You make me sick, who was a sorry nurse.You acted like my illness was some trickI’d play to make you work – like I’m perverse.You make me sick. You sent me ill to school – you were too thickwith ego … Continue reading →

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Active Strategy

Posted on July 19, 2021 by sputterpub

I have no goals today, and that feels good.My head’s a little sore. I need more rest.It’s Monday-quiet in my neighborhood,and lately I’ve been relatively stressed.I planned five solo days – I thought I couldlay low, but then I found … Continue reading →

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Etymophilia

Posted on July 18, 2021 by sputterpub

I once was a person who heardsignificance in every word.I spent so much timeloving cadence and rhyme,I didn’t see speech as absurd.

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