Author Archives: sputterpub

Rest Fail

My arm received the needles yesterday –the Pfizer 3rd and too the flu vaccine –and I arranged today for ease; I’d stayat home. So went my plan till 12:15,but then I wanted streets to intervene.I threw on clothes and ambled … Continue reading →

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I Wait for Rain

I wait for rain as if it were a guestinvited to my home to share the bestprovisions from my cabinet and mind,as if it were the company I findmost likely to remind me that I’m blessed. I’ve always wanted rain … Continue reading →

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Reflecting

Perhaps when my heartbleeds with grief for children’s pain,it’s not about them.

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The Storm of October

I recollect anxiety, as rainI loved came down too hard and long to drain,but that was when I lived beside a creek.This landlocked cottage doesn’t have a leak,so I prepared to like a record drench,except a neighbor’s looking for a … Continue reading →

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Ode to Oct

October is my favorite month, I think.It’s past September’s ambiguity.It’s clearly Fall and sunsets skew to pink,while nights are growing in temeritylike adolescent forays on the brinkof edging into self-discovery.October isn’t serious or mean,and terminates by hosting Halloween. (Ottava Rima)

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Balsamic Vinaigrette

The oil and the vinegaremulsified so beautifully,like honey twined with claret wine,like strands of syrup jewels.

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The Postponement

It hurt my heart to watch his face reflecthis disappointment with our game delay.His mother made the pair of us expectwe’d have tonight for unmolested play.It wasn’t my idea – I didn’t saylet’s go again so soon. He didn’t seekit … Continue reading →

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Chill

I turned the heaters on the other day –the bathroom felt too chill at 8 a.m.And later, when the sky grew black from gray,I fired up the furnace. Using thembefore November isn’t often done.I’m California-proud and try to dowith heat … Continue reading →

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Unforgetting

I doubt that I’ll needto recall how my excessmade me ail last night.

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Posture

The challenge in the morning ride is mucus management.Arising dry I feel the slide – I once was diligentand blew my nose to clear the flow, but that produced an achebetween my ear and throat I know such repetitions make.I … Continue reading →

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