Author Archives: sputterpub

No Rain Huitain

Posted on December 7, 2021 by sputterpub

I will not take responsibilityfor travesties I lobbied to prevent.And I can’t let this weather bother me –I have no power over what we’re sent.I saw the future and our sure torment.The facts were stronger than your fond belief.But though … Continue reading →

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Oasis

Posted on December 6, 2021 by sputterpub

A calm has overtaken me of late.I get some time at home without a task.Catastrophe is nowhere near my gatetoday, and I don’t have a boon to ask.No one I love is newly stricken now,and though I’m sure some shit … Continue reading →

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How Can it End?

Posted on December 5, 2021 by sputterpub

How can it end: this tide of global flu?We argued and refused to comprehendthe risks of gathering the way we do.How can it end? A quarantine of 40 days would sendthe virus to its death – we know that’s true … Continue reading →

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No News

Posted on December 4, 2021 by sputterpub

As soon as we swore in the very worstof presidents, I started gulping news.I watched the talking heads and faces firstand soon expanded reading, seeking cluesand understanding. Knowing we’re self-curseddid little to assuage, and truth abusedcompounded tragedy. Of late I’ve … Continue reading →

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Back on Bike

Posted on December 3, 2021 by sputterpub

On Monday I resumed home exercise.My traveling imposed a 5-day pause,right after illness forced a week’s demisein fitness maintenance by morning laws.I roused myself to start again, becauseit pays me compound dividends to pushand stretch and minimize the flawsthat aging … Continue reading →

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Romper Room

Posted on December 2, 2021 by sputterpub

I hated Romper Room when I was young.Miss Nancy was as corny as a nurse –so patronizing, with her baby tongue.And later, Dick & Jane were even worse.I saw through all the hand-on-kneecap bends.I never fell for ads on the … Continue reading →

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The Cuff

Posted on December 1, 2021 by sputterpub

She said it isn’t hypertension yet,but maybe I should purchase my own cuff.And I postponed but I did not forget –I figured it was on my mind enoughI didn’t need to measure, and abetmy bit of nagging worry. That was … Continue reading →

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Rain Plane Huitain

Posted on November 30, 2021 by sputterpub

Communication problems slowed me down.I tried complying, but I failed to getthe TSA instructions— did he frownbehind his mask? But even so, he letme pass (Express), and then I didn’t setcomputer gear apart. But here’s the plane.I’m old and not … Continue reading →

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Concentration

Posted on November 29, 2021 by sputterpub

I concentrated on my kin last week.I occupied less space and wrote few lines.I funded meals and didn’t try to speak.I paid attention to some odd designs.I took less space than when I bide at home.I barely read and didn’t … Continue reading →

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Limbs and Leaves

Posted on November 28, 2021 by sputterpub

The noise of wind awoke me late last night,exhaling harsh and analog above.I heard at times the clunk of branches, rightoutside my door, as autumn gave a shoveto limbs and leaves migrating to the ground,without a forecast warning. That’s okay … Continue reading →

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