Author Archives: sputterpub

Delta

Δ This cottage is my haven and retreat.It shelters me from noise and people-stress,but comfort’s only absolutely sweetwhen following some outside busyness. At times I’m bothered by the words or actof one I love, upset and near-obsessed,that’s other than deliberate … Continue reading →

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Conditional Release

If we believe reports about the shot,I must be 95% immuneright now, but no one knows how long we’ve gotbefore protection lapses, or how soona variant will conquer. May and Juneare clear for me – July without a doubt.I’d better … Continue reading →

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The Shining

I’m tidy, and my house is sailboat-small.I spot-clean when I notice pollen, dust,or webby threads. I seldom clean it allat once, but yesterday I tackled much,although I used no mop or alcohol.Removing skylight screens, I worked a brush.I swept and … Continue reading →

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Shove

The Saturday of silence led to talktoday, when no one heard my voice but me.Deciding to buy groceries, the walkto Star and back framed a soliloquy.I processed irks about some family –annoyance at a relative I love.When I got home, … Continue reading →

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Home Alone

I haven’t got a thing I want to say.I can’t imagine any companythat might inspire me to talk today,although I diagnose no lethargyor sadness, for my health and sanityappear as well as normal. I don’t moanand can’t complain of any … Continue reading →

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The Girls and the Insects

The rooms above the place across the yardhave been to grad school coeds rented out.They’re cute, but seem to find their work so hard,they have no time to haul a bin. They doubttheir tenant skills; they both have lived withoutthe … Continue reading →

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Dry Winter

I can’t control the weather or the sea.I’m powerless to stop the viral spread.My loved ones act like they’re ignoring me,so self-esteem is found in my own head.I’m old enough I don’t bemoan. Instead,accepting drought and doom, I damp my … Continue reading →

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Dissociation

So much of what I thought I understoodis contradicted by the recent past.My turf was a suburban neighborhood –of course I thought that ambience would last.But values taught as permanent and goodwere post-war pushes, marketed so fastand flashy, flooding on … Continue reading →

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Spring Cleaning

It’s usually the fall that triggers meto start a project or to modify,but I am springing now – I want to beengaged, outside, among. I long to trymy feet again, at urban liberty.For now, I aim to clean this place, … Continue reading →

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Skipping

I skipped two days of morning exercise,for Saturday I played at toddler stuff,and Sunday’s when I like to rest my thighsand calves. My aging body gets enoughon weekdays now – this year’s routine suppliesme, works my stamina, is nothing tough.But … Continue reading →

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