Author Archives: sputterpub

How’d She Appear?

How’d she appear, if gleaning were her goal?If chatter were to build an atmospherewhere anyone could ponder on a roll?How’d she appear? Her purpose is unusual but clear:she plants the seeds and then she cedes control,and hopes to later harvest … Continue reading →

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Inside Temp

Returning home from New Year’s Eve away,the temperature inside was 52.I turned the heater on without delay,but still it took some hours to accruethe warmth to heat my body through and through.I cozied by that fire rather late,and didn’t shut … Continue reading →

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Where We Went

Like dominos cascading one by one,our socializing plans are toppled now.That party organized to be such funis cancelled, and our prudence won’t allowme on a plane until this surge has runits course, until it’s safe to mass somehow.We found a … Continue reading →

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One Day at a Time

I don’t know if I’ll see you in two days.I might not visit Mom as planned this week.A plane may fly without me – prudence staysat home, perhaps, to skirt the latest peak.Alone today I duck contagion’s ways –tomorrow I … Continue reading →

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Inside Out

The weather app’s nice,but the window is better,and outside is best.

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Landlines

Once upon a wired telephone,party lines were common, and the ratesfor talking over distances outshonethe charge for chatting with one’s local mates.Then folks aspired to a private line –some lucky teens had units where they slept –but many had to … Continue reading →

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Long O’s

Unpacking clothing from before the globewent into semi-quarantine and closedthe venues I addressed from my wardrobe,I found some raiment I forgot. Disposed,I’d thought, disposed to spend my days in robeand slipper socks. I clad myself and posedbefore the mirror and … Continue reading →

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Your Vacation

That now and then I bore myself is true.It doesn’t mean a lack of self-esteem,but just that I’ve grown stale in point of view –perspective skewed’s a muddy, raveled seem.Of late the one who’s tiresome is you;your unoriginality’s extreme.So though … Continue reading →

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Catty

Her mother didn’t meet her loving need.She fed the baby and she clothed the child,but feelings were a theme she didn’t heed –her daughter’s pain was never reconciled.She wouldn’t host a longing or a pet.All practical, she shopped and cleaned … Continue reading →

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Ant Visit

The tiny ants that visit every yearcan easily be crushed with fingertip.December weather makes them show up here,but I don’t see a trail or find the source.They don’t make me acquire killing gearor poison pots – they’re simply not that … Continue reading →

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