Author Archives: sputterpub

To Market

The lights are on across the yard again,illuminating nothing for no eyes,as careless stagers try to merchandise. Accessorizing and arranging whento open house, installing clean disguise,the lights are on across the yard again,illuminating nothing for no eyes. The seats where … Continue reading →

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It Isn’t Personal

It isn’t personal. Don’t take it so.They don’t mean any insult or offense.They have their own concerns – I think you knowit isn’t personal. What you term disrespect and feel intenseabout is disregard. They overflowwith prime concerns – their issues … Continue reading →

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Outflanked

It happened she was hurt when she was five –abandoned for barbaric surgery.And afterwards, although she did surviveof course, she altered her trajectory,assuming all responsibilityfor reaching full potential depth and length.She cultivated stamina and strength. Disclosive and ungettable she grew.No … Continue reading →

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Weak Controls

I started knowing, when the children came,how vital and important was my role,how love could be resentful, all the same,how often I would lecture or cajole.I tried to act in ways I’d seldom blame.I boggled at how much I can’t … Continue reading →

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March 31

On Odin’s day last week, I took a break.Preceding days required I exerta bit too much, and coming stints would takethe energy and patience I maintainfor when the peace of family’s at stake.Before the 1st of April I reclined.My only … Continue reading →

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Real Estate

The place across the yard’s for sale,so now it’s looking fresh and clean.It’s staged to view and should be seenby someone seeking smaller scale. New paint, no dust, precise detail:the seller sees what could have been.The place across the yard’s … Continue reading →

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Coming Back

Two weeks ago, reports said traffic’s back,although we’ve yet to open many sites.And yesterday, on my accustomed trackto purchase groceries, I was impressedby lots of evidence of people-pack.I had to wear the mask on every block.The fencing trucks, the loads … Continue reading →

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Passion

I told my friends the reason I had kids.I said if I were childless, I’d ageto be the weird old lady who forbidstheir noise and games. I wouldn’t use a cageor torture them with witchy appetite,but neither would I open … Continue reading →

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Benched

A bench in the sunon a spring afternoon …molested by noneI’ll be leaving here soon,which makes every minuteluxurious time,and moves me while in itto doodle this rhyme.

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Core Work

She fell in love at first in 7th grade,and only wanted hours more with him.Adults said puppy love, and underplayedher passion (she’s a child – it’s a whim),but looking back from nearly 60 years,she meant those young emotions – they … Continue reading →

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