Author Archives: sputterpub

Refresh

I’m needing to refresh my fitness goal.My habits have relaxed too much of late.I’m almost eager to resume controland not continue to procrastinate.I used to limit what and when I ate,and log good exercise six days a week.I’m not extreme, … Continue reading →

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Bath Denied

Two days ago, I ran a bath for meto linger in and soak my stress apart.I entered it half-full – the wateryamassment hadn’t reached desired depth,when pressure ebbed and flow decreased to bea dribble to a drop, and then all … Continue reading →

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What’s Wrong with Her?

What’s wrong with her? Again she reads a bookshe first encountered fifty years agothat holds no wit she doesn’t clearly know. Each fall and spring she takes another lookat comedy above and sense below.What’s wrong with her? Again she reads … Continue reading →

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Girlish

Most people I’ve knownhave let life happen to themespecially girls.

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Moving Words

I watched his mother ask if he was pleasedI’m visiting tomorrow. He replied“Of course. I love her” – simple words that squeezedmy heart with pleasure like his toddler hug.(My lust for true affection was appeased –this happened in our FaceTime … Continue reading →

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Skeptical

I’m not against vaccines. I’ve had my two,but I don’t swallow science-y reports.I fell for their pronouncements, to eschewthe fats I flourish on and take in quartsof “healthy” grains, which hastened my decline.I feed my skeptic now – I follow … Continue reading →

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Cut

I didn’t dream I’d feel so much improved,but after 19 months, my hair got trimmedby she-who-has-the-skill. The way it movedagainst my nape was nice, but it was rimmedwith damaged ends, entangling bottom, groovedon top, my drains were clogging, patience brimmed,and … Continue reading →

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Filled to Full

With gratitude, I walked into my placetwo days ago, for I had been withouta week. My view was filled with every faceI love. My ears were filled with laugh and shout.My arms were filled with family embrace.I suffered no regret … Continue reading →

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Skeleton (Halloween Drawing Club 3)

There was an old woman who said“Please ossify me when I’m dead.”She wanted her coreto be used as decor(not ashen or dusty instead).

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Halloween Mask (Halloween Drawing Club 2)

The season of Halloween maskis on us again, so our taskis now to recalla less frightening Fallwith no Covid – that’s all I can ask.

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