Author Archives: sputterpub

Shining You On

Posted on November 11, 2020 by sputterpub

When things keep happening that boggle me,between myself and one I dearly love,when doors are slammed and chairs are shoved, and weappear to live on different worlds, aboveall else I want to talk the problem out,but if my interlocutor resists,and … Continue reading →

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Empathology

Posted on November 10, 2020 by sputterpub

I’m disinclined to watch performance live.For years I’ve understood the cause to bestrong empathy: I want the act to thrive –I wince at failure’s possibility.(Then too, I never drew from any crowdthe energy I want. I suffer loudinvasions in a … Continue reading →

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Couch Potato

Posted on November 9, 2020 by sputterpub

I’m glad we have power tonight.The fires are down; winds are light.Exhausted by news,seeking what will amuse,I’ll be screening a romance or fright.

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Thanks to LC

Posted on November 8, 2020 by sputterpub

Persimmons start to ripen in the treeoutside my window. I was not the gard-ener – my neighbor’s into botany –she asked if she could farm the little yardbetween us and I hastened to agree.She made the labor look like nothing … Continue reading →

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Results

Posted on November 7, 2020 by sputterpub

It’s difficult to catch a cold right nowfor those of us who shelter in our place.I cannot get the flu; I don’t know howto breathe the germs with mask upon my face.The buses and the planes I used to rideare … Continue reading →

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My Briar Patch

Posted on November 6, 2020 by sputterpub

Mom cautioned that I shouldn’t speak, unlessthe subject and my tone would be okay.I always hated rude, but I’ll confessI didn’t gird my thoughts or words the wayshe wished. She also said that I should stayinside my room if I … Continue reading →

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Testing

Posted on November 5, 2020 by sputterpub

We’re Northern California fortunate.We have the weather and topography,and most are masked when that’s appropriate,and many aren’t at extremity.But lately some are ailing. I can seethe symptoms of infection in a guywho works with us (we think he got too … Continue reading →

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R’s Foot

Posted on November 4, 2020 by sputterpub

I knew a man, when I was 44,who seemed a maybe-boyfriend when we met.I liked his thoughts and observations morethan physical affection. Soon regretreplaced my interest, and I grew to ruean intimate relationship with him.He nagged without initiative – the … Continue reading →

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November Third

Posted on November 3, 2020 by sputterpub

I didn’t write this on November 3rd,but I sure had Election Day in mind(4 dozen months so tragic and absurdhave trained my expectation, and refinedmy wishes to a color and a wordfor oceanic move, for humankind).The coming turbulence will not … Continue reading →

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Late Fall

Posted on November 2, 2020 by sputterpub

As if on hold forregime change, leaves don’t yet fall.Autumn’s in suspense.

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