Author Archives: sputterpub

The Freakest Link

Posted on January 16, 2022 by sputterpub

With Covid socializing, there’s a rule,unspoken but complied with in my crowd.Without offense or aiming to be cruel,the most conservative prevail. Endowedwith kids or stuck in caution’s vestibule,the edge of spectrum says what’s not allowed,and sometimes makes me glad to … Continue reading →

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Sitting in a Puddle of Anxiety

Posted on January 15, 2022 by sputterpub

I’m sitting in a puddle of anxiety.I feel a little swamped with dark uneaseabout our present plague and future destiny –I dread regression, and the rising seas,and getting older, frailer, losing words and bloodand friends who move or die in … Continue reading →

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Her Thanks

Posted on January 14, 2022 by sputterpub

It only took her nearly 50 years(but that’s okay – I didn’t hold my breath)to realize “Mom” is not what she appearsto be, in culture, stories, fairytales.(I never set my course to garner cheers,but I remembered mother-fails and hurt,and acted … Continue reading →

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On Laundry Day

Posted on January 13, 2022 by sputterpub

On laundry day, some duties interceptmy exercise, my writing, puzzle play.I find old clothes and put them on, unkept,on laundry day. I wash tomorrow’s clothing choice today.The hamper’s full. The time to clean has creptup on me, iterating like cliche. … Continue reading →

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Making Coffee

Posted on January 12, 2022 by sputterpub

My coffee’s disagreeable today,and that’s a rare event. I like the brew,and as a rule what I prepare’s okay(I find about this drink I love, it’s trueno matter how I make it, it tastes fine).Why, even recently, with no machineor … Continue reading →

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This Surge

Posted on January 11, 2022 by sputterpub

I’m writing down what you already know –with virus surging, all should isolate.It’s safest in your home, but if you gooutside, then wear a mask and guard your space.It’s time again to stem your social flow,to try to keep your … Continue reading →

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Careful Again

Posted on January 10, 2022 by sputterpub

I’m being really careful yet again,for though I never dropped the mask and space,I did relax the isolation whenI’d had my shots. I dared to then embrace.I dined inside and laughing, face to face,and saw the wraith of normalcy emerge.But … Continue reading →

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Resolength

Posted on January 9, 2022 by sputterpub

Do New Year’s resolutions last that long?From January 1st to NYE?They’d have to be constructed firm and strongto carry you to that vicinity.I’m certain that’s too far a vow for me –my imperfection’s bound to bring me sorrow.I need six … Continue reading →

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Burning the Old

Posted on January 8, 2022 by sputterpub

A scented candle you presented mea year ago, or maybe 2 years back,has sat beside my loveseat handily,where I ignited it when skies were blackand air was cold. The new one you just gaveinspired me to light the old and … Continue reading →

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Postponement

Posted on January 7, 2022 by sputterpub

It isn’t personal – we can’t go there.With Omicron in surge, I have to stayaway from you. I can’t risk sharing air,lest I convey infection that will preyon kids I see too young to get the shot.It isn’t that I … Continue reading →

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