Author Archives: sputterpub

Goblin (Halloween Drawing Club 1)

There was an old goblin from Metzas green as a cave creature getsthat no one could seetill the day the weird threewielded pencils to settle all bets.

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Northern Slippers

It’s cooler here at night, and darker too,and though the rain’s refreshing to behold,I’m far away from what I like to doto cushion me and counteract the cold.But I’ve been often here, within the foldof family, and I’ve left things … Continue reading →

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Surplus Plus

I always knew I’d marry and I thoughtI’d have a baby to complete my life.I wedded N and soon we had a daught-er followed by a son, but time as wifewas not vocation I could well sustain:I fantasized my husband’s … Continue reading →

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Never Mind

While packing, I tensed up – of course I did.It doesn’t matter how I reassuremyself – I’m nervous and I can’t get ridof psychosoma – I don’t know a cure.I coughed with throat too tight – the exhale’s skidreminded me … Continue reading →

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Winter Furs

We’re into Fall and so far we’ve had luck –air quality has never been as pooras last year’s. Ocean actions let us duckthe choking smoke and ash. Now we’re unsurewe’ll get good rain. We may have to enduremore drought, but … Continue reading →

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Dream On

For decades I have not remembered dreams.I wondered was I wanting too much pot,but doubted daily use defined extremes.Instead I just assumed the case was age.I rarely slumbered soundly – any schemesI tried to deepen sleep (not much – no … Continue reading →

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Caffeine and Time

Caffeine and time work morning wonders here.At first my shuffling walk feels like a climb.My medicine is slow but sees me clear:caffeine and time. Two hours and three mugs are my enzyme –they straighten me and get my pulse in … Continue reading →

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The Lockdown Meal

I’m still not tired of my Covid meal.I’ve lost the love for soup, frittata, beans,but homemade salad carries strong appeal –I want my daily dish of seeds and greenswith grated cheese, tomatoes, and the sealof half an avocado. What this … Continue reading →

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Fair Fare

This month we’ve gottenride discounts on all BART trains.Fair fare feels deserved.

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On the Stranger Who Paid Our Tab

What prompted him to buy us wine and food,and leave before we voiced our gratitude?Did we remind him of a mother dearto him, but missed or gone this awful year?Was he in a nostalgic sort of mood? Did he receive … Continue reading →

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