Author Archives: sputterpub

Lit & Life

Posted on January 26, 2022 by sputterpub

Reading the storieswas better than life,when I was youngand longing to live. Reading the storiesis better than life,now I am oldand remembering.

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Typhoid Tuesday

Posted on January 25, 2022 by sputterpub

I call it Typhoid Tuesday nowadays(for sure I’m aiming to alliterate),as dread Coronavirus wends all waysand keeps me mostly home again of late.One day in seven I associatewith others – work and dining comes about.Returning home I have to isolate,but … Continue reading →

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The Avocado Hunt

Posted on January 24, 2022 by sputterpub

I avocado-hunted yesterday.Abundance is no January theme,but I attempt to make my salads gaythese homebound weeks, and avocados seema treat, in guac or served most any way.I captured four. I know their color scheme –organic local’s large and incomplete,but three … Continue reading →

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The Bar Room Rule

Posted on January 23, 2022 by sputterpub

I drank too much when I was 28and circumstances moved me, after work,to meet a friend, to talk and celebrateor air complaints about my boss – a jerk –and other stressors bound to nag or irk.She taught me – “Be … Continue reading →

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The Dwarf

Posted on January 22, 2022 by sputterpub

The lemon tree’s a dwarf and in a pot,and though the garden’s shady, most the plantsare thriving whether weather’s good or not,but that poor lemon never had a chance.No matter where, it drooped like it forgotthe path to prosper and … Continue reading →

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She Hates Her Mom

Posted on January 21, 2022 by sputterpub

She hates her mom, resents her, and ignoresher now she’s old and dull and not aware.I told her toxic feeling rusts and scoresthe soul, suggesting that perhaps she’d careimagining severity and soresin mother-history. She won’t go there.Her peace does not … Continue reading →

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My Word

Posted on January 20, 2022 by sputterpub

At 40, when life seemed to run amuckfor everybody’s then and future play,I found I kept reiterating “Fuck!”But I kept living, till there came the daywhen I moved to the mantra of “Ok-a-ay.”Of late our world is worse – beyond … Continue reading →

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Rerun

Posted on January 19, 2022 by sputterpub

I know I’ve mentioned this before, but still,reiterating doesn’t waste a page.I woke this morning nearly feeling ill,or better put, I felt my awful age.I thought I’d skip the exercise, engagein elderly pursuit instead but then,I heeded counsel from my … Continue reading →

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Unripe

Posted on January 18, 2022 by sputterpub

Been making salad all these homebound days –tomato, lettuce, cucumber, and seeds,balsamic-dressed, with grated cheese arrays,and avocado (most my body needs).But as this plague obnoxiously proceeds,there had to come a day without the last.Postponing unripe fruit for future feeds,with thinner … Continue reading →

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Subjectivity

Posted on January 17, 2022 by sputterpub

It’s anecdotal – my experienceof how the world is doing around here.I don’t have stats – I may not make good sensebut then again, the news airs pain and fear,and government has lost the nation’s trust –its agencies are jokes … Continue reading →

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