Author Archives: sputterpub

Tending to Ending

“It ends so often badly,” was the phrase.I heard it recently, or maybe readthe syllables, but ever since it playsrecurrently, a worm inside my head,a view I don’t dispute. In truth I dreada bad decline. I plan to exerciseas many … Continue reading

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Eye Exam

I don’t mind eye exams, but I’d avoiddilating drops forever if I could.By consequential glare I am annoyed,and though I know the doctor needs a goodlook in the orb – because the likelihoodof problem is increased, by age conveyed –for … Continue reading

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Instructions

My facialist suggested that I trya moisturizing sunblock with some tint.It seemed a good idea; I chose to buya tube. Her tip was more than just a hint –“Be sure to shake it well each time.” So Ihad details, which … Continue reading

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Sick Day

I didn’t have a rigid plan today –some morning exercise, depart by 3,and spend a little time at books and playwith almost-6 and -2 for company.Then came the call the older’s sick. He’ll stayat home so I’ll come early, act … Continue reading

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Again the Ants

Again the ants invade. It’s no surprise.Survival instincts have to be obeyed.Outside is cold and wet. Before my eyes,again the ants invade. Like moving coffee grounds, the bugs paradewithin my kitchen sink. So I ariseto drown and crush and vacuum … Continue reading

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Raccoon Roof

A garden cottage will have critter soundof course – the insect buzz, the song of birds,the punch of bodies on the roof, that poundof mammal paws. Conveying such in wordsI say the cats are silent as on ground,and squirrels are … Continue reading

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Armchair Psychology

Confronted with enigma of the sorta person evidences acting weird,I’m likely to create my own report:a fiction that implies how things appeared.What motivation or pathologypropels a character to acts deserved?Which facets of the personalitywould naturally produce the scenes observed? If … Continue reading

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Danger Home

Her folks divorced when she was 6 years old.Her father grew disordered in his mind.She sensed the edginess, but never toldher mother how the evenings misaligned.Two score of years were fated to unfoldbefore she trod that neighborhood, to finda memory … Continue reading

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Accumulation

Four years ago my bathroom was remade,creating space for bathtub, better sink,retaining skylight, fitting higher gradeof tile. My designer had to thinkcreatively; the workers knew their trade.I use the sink to rinse but not to drink,shampoo or launder. I behave … Continue reading

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Rarity

I sometimes wonder how it would have beenif I had had a mother like I am,if needs had been expressed and met, begin-ning early, never hearing “Can it! Scram.”And now I watch my adult son, and knowhis father was a … Continue reading

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