Author Archives: sputterpub

Variety

Posted on August 12, 2021 by sputterpub

I heard the sprinklers fire while in bed.I rolled supine and opened morning eyesto evidence of rain above my head –the spattered glass of skylights a surprise.Two hundred miles east there’s heat instead,and low humidity, and blood-red skies.We’re California big … Continue reading →

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More On Screens

Posted on August 11, 2021 by sputterpub

The place across the yard sold recently.Protective parents purchased it to housetheir kid who seeks a Cal advanced degree.And based on what I see, these folks espouseall paths to caution, internet-advisedand disconnected from reality,installing tools unneeded – specializedfor suburbs and … Continue reading →

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Latent Vim

Posted on August 10, 2021 by sputterpub

Surprised myself this morning with a rideI thought I lacked the stamina to do.With hesitant consent I modifiedmy calendar, from nothing to a few.Deciding to begin, to soldier throughtwo-thirds of my routine or maybe less,successive pedaling conveyed ten newdegrees of … Continue reading →

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Day 8

Posted on August 9, 2021 by sputterpub

Five lovely days with 5 I like a lot,and then an afternoon amid 4 more,all finished with a Sunday brunch we gotwhere Mom’s recovering – back on her floorbut slower, with a walker – not a chorebut still a stressor. … Continue reading →

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Book Report

Posted on August 8, 2021 by sputterpub

My problem with a lot of books these days,at least the ones the Kindle hawks to me,has less to do with failure to amazethan the extent of the banality.Not only do I know too frequentlythe words I’ll see before I … Continue reading →

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Stupid Like McCarthy

Posted on August 7, 2021 by sputterpub

The adult children set a policy:to come to them their folks must pre-arrangea baby visit. Maybe historyaccounts for what appears to be so strange,or lack of sleep or normal hormone storm,but now the olds have taken such offense,their heated indignation … Continue reading →

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No (Sub)Text

Posted on August 6, 2021 by sputterpub

My promise: if I’vea criticism of you,I’ll say it out loud.

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Ensconced

Posted on August 5, 2021 by sputterpub

Away from home but on familiar land,it’s good here now. I miss my bath and bed,or course – amenities at my command –but I’ve this week abundant love instead.These people understand my heart and heada little more than most, without … Continue reading →

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Motivation

Posted on August 4, 2021 by sputterpub

Of course I wouldn’t write you to offend;I didn’t send that text to criticize.Why were you so inclined to cringe, distendthe tone to judge, and fire those repliesall self-reflective, immature, unwise?I’m not a type or version on a shelf.As much … Continue reading →

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Cancellation

Posted on August 3, 2021 by sputterpub

My calendar got easier last night.My offspring have decided not to flyacross the country, toward the virus blightthat dominates Southeast. Now some may crythey’ll miss a wedding ceremony. Right.They won’t expose the baby or defythe odds and carry back a … Continue reading →

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