Author Archives: sputterpub

Impetus

Posted on November 7, 2021 by sputterpub

I think all children love to learn at first,but many suffer curiosityto wane as they gain years, as if they’re cursedto age into dull insipidity.The lucky are precocious, full of thirstfor power, lusting for maturity.Though early pain may be their … Continue reading →

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Passive-Aggressive Litter

Posted on November 6, 2021 by sputterpub

Discarded masks are litter now, on streetand sidewalk – mostly paper, pleated, blue.I thought they found by accident concrete,but people tell me they were tossed in fitsof chickenshit frustration. That conceitI can’t embrace. And knotted plastic bagsof poop I notice … Continue reading →

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Where the Boys Are

Posted on November 5, 2021 by sputterpub

I passed them passing Bibles out to folkswho crossed their path to get to class by 10 –a line of old white men. They didn’t coaxreceipt – they didn’t preach or say Amen.They didn’t seem upset to be ignored.I marveled … Continue reading →

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Impossible

Posted on November 4, 2021 by sputterpub

For years I’ve heard there isn’t any rhymefor “orange,” but it hasn’t made me groan.The word I want to use, time after time,is “month,” and I’m afraid it stands alonewithout the right to end a metered linein any form of … Continue reading →

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What Went Wrong

Posted on November 3, 2021 by sputterpub

The realtor aimed to cover up some dirt.The stager eyed that side yard and agreed.They figured packing sand there wouldn’t hurt(as if they thought, when thought would just impedetheir superficial sugar-coating need).They hired brawn to cart and tamp the sand.They … Continue reading →

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Note

Posted on November 2, 2021 by sputterpub

I took a break in Twenty Seventeen.The record shows two dozen days withouta post, and though my stanzas often meana jot of journal – what my day’s about –I see no clue on printed page or screento why the interruption. … Continue reading →

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October Over

Posted on November 1, 2021 by sputterpub

October overnight leaves evidence of raintoo soft to be heard.

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Day Off Call Off

Posted on October 31, 2021 by sputterpub

I planned a Sunday off. I laid in food.I didn’t try to make a friendly date.I figured to indulge a lazy mood,enjoy some Autumn weather, cogitateabout no news and let concerns abate.I lasted for an hour, but I missthe like … Continue reading →

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Recording

Posted on October 30, 2021 by sputterpub

Committed to remembering my timeof consciousness, I’ve told my tales for years.I’ve noted little episodes in rhyme,and often journalized. I don’t have fearsof Alzeimer’s – my memory’s sublimeand durable, or so it still appears.But lately I’ll admit I’ve contemplatedperhaps true … Continue reading →

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Atwinge

Posted on October 29, 2021 by sputterpub

When fourteen years ago I hurt my back,the doctor thought I’d sprained my spine at first.An MRI revealed the sorry fact:a disk with damage that can’t be reversed.He taught me to avoid a rupture then.He wrote prescriptions for the lovely … Continue reading →

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