Author Archives: sputterpub

Paper Project Stall

I skipped some weeks of regular review,and wondered why until a day ago,when I resumed the skim, and then I knewahead the task no longer has a flow.I’ve jettisoned financials, and a slewof letters – though I saved a few … Continue reading

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Retail Requiem

It’s just a store that came and thrived and died,arising from a shop to catalogueand brick-and-mortar, so identifiedwhen business grows surmounting underdogto eminence. It pleased. It satisfiedfor years. I think it even had a blog.It’s just a store. Some others … Continue reading

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Ashore Before

I’m paying extra for my airplane seat,and our accommodations on the cruise,while far below top deck or any suite,are more deluxe than staterooms I would choosebefore. Hotels and tours have good reviews,and little complications are abating.I’m pleased. I’m not imagining … Continue reading

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Hypo?

It took 9 days before I read results.The blood draw was where I am used to go,but multi-testing sometimes catapultsfrom lab to lab to lab, before we knowthe metrics. Now 4 pages they bestow,and little do the numbers mean to … Continue reading

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The New Pack

Convinced it does me good to bear some weight,well-balanced, over lower limbs and hips,about to check a bag to add to freightbelow the cabin, on some pleasure trips,I need a carry-on. I contemplateconvertibles, but my opinion tipsaway from wheels to … Continue reading

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Today Memo

So just as feeling bad has not enduredforever (yet), I know that being finewill never form a constant. But I’m curedright now of corporal complaint. No brinewas utilized, except I have assuredmyself a daily nasal rinse at 9is beneficial. I … Continue reading

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Transit Dreams

The first dream had my brothers sitting near.We’re in an airport, and my phone is dead.My iPad too – initially my fearwas how to get a boarding pass. Time spedand chaos mounted while I dashing pledfor aid from staff in … Continue reading

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Hands Off

They’re dining once a week now, and they cookthe dish her aging foster kid desires.He watches kitchen shows, she reads a book,selecting to avoid the use of fryers.She says she has him listen, taste, and look –she wants to teach … Continue reading

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Consideration

A friendship that’s endured for 50 yearsis nothing she can easily discard.Despite the boredom, recall perseveres,her losses mount, and losing more is hard.She’d miss the peeving if it disappears;the slight offenses she can disregard.And when she least expects it, something’s … Continue reading

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Vocation

I thought I’d write good books when I grow up.I practiced but could not create a plot.And when the stories started to show upin mind, I was impatient and forgotto let the climax build. I rushed and shotthe arc of … Continue reading

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