Author Archives: sputterpub

Gearful

It happens every time, but I’m surprisedthat I can wake unmotivated, sore,until my body has been exercised,on stationary bike seat or the floor.It’s how I get attention organized,and organs worked with skeleton for sure.I start each day in neutral atmosphere,until … Continue reading →

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Requiem for a Polecat

For 14 years I’ve lived in this back yard.Accustomed to its fauna and inuredto critter evidence, still this is hard.It’s sadder than a headless hummingbird,and more upsetting than a ‘possum, deadupon the deck and in the rain.At 9 a.m. I … Continue reading →

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Harbinger

September 6 isSummer still. Against my facea breeze recalls Fall.

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It’s a Wonderful Nation

I never dreamed I’d have a thought like this.The question never rose until this week.A proud American, how did I missthe cowardice, the rampant lies? We speakof values, heroism, how to live,but all we see’s venality and more.I wonder as … Continue reading →

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Hole in the Wall

This little cottage suits my need for space,and privacy and pleasure for each sense.I saw, I bought, I moved into the place,and though I spent a little for some fence,I haven’t added screens. When heat’s intenseI open doors – my … Continue reading →

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Marriage PR

I’m sure you’ve known some couples like his folks –long-married, incompatible, and old,no longer sharing attitudes or jokes,their interactions silent, often cold.The husband seems an easy-going guy.The wife appears judgmental, brusque, or sad.You wonder they’re together – how and whydoes … Continue reading →

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Lord of the Flies

I didn’t like the book. I disagreedwith where it moved and what that pathway meant.I never would have chosen it to read,but that’s how then the school assignments went.That’s roughly when my passion stirred to markthe character of citizens around.I … Continue reading →

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Quad Pad

Quad-ruled has been my paper choice for years –canary yellow if available.The quarter inch of grid-marking endearsit to my eye and renders flexiblethe layout of a flowchart or a list.It’s doodle-useful and invites my pen,but lately marketing has made a … Continue reading →

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One More Day

If I had only one more day to livewith memory and personalityintact, I’m certain I would want to giveattention to whatever I can see,or sense with any other faculty.I’d focus and take every moment in.I think I’ll set that exercise … Continue reading →

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My Old Gal

There was an old gal from back Eastwho lusted to fix me, at least.She longed to redoall my teeth and hairdo:my mother – critique-loving beast.

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