Author Archives: sputterpub

Plum Petals

Plum petals show like snowflakes on the woodbeneath my feet, against the crooked limbsabove my office shed. Their whiteness skimsand flits on wind as if they understoodtheir blossom purpose has been served. I couldavert my glance – no other act … Continue reading →

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Snags

There won’t be interruptions in this streak of daily lockdown posts, but I can see some obstacles that counter my technique, like missing illustrations, capitals at starts of lines, and looks I didn’t seek when posting and composing from my … Continue reading →

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Dismay and Disdain

I know a guy who claims that empathyis almost over-dominant in him.He feels so much he thinks the qualityis uppermost in character. That whimis so inaccurate, he’ll ever missthe feelings of all others in his path.He regularly tries to mend … Continue reading →

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Indiscriminate Love

She married young, for 1970,and didn’t promise anything for life.The groom and she were close to 23when they became the husband and the wife.She figured that she loved him well enough,but also felt compelled by how he yearnedto be with … Continue reading →

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Sez Me

Deciding that I’ll make a holidayfor solo me today, I didn’t pushto exercise or chores. I started playinstead of work, and took my coffee strong.I even put my bathing on delay.I focused on uncovering my whims –I’m thinking I will … Continue reading →

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Shared Bin Complaint

It’s difficult to share a garbage bin –inhabitants each have disposal views.Whenever someone vacates or moves in,they tend to cram and otherwise abusethe needs of other residents. And worsethan what is meant for landfill, is the stuffthat occupies recycle bins … Continue reading →

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Masking Smiles

My daughter says the mask’s real benefitis she no longer has to smile so,who feels a scowl’s more appropriatewith all the excrement in life of late.But I think she’s mistaken. Just as itis obvious when speaking through a smile(we hear … Continue reading →

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The Sound of Rain

The sound of rain is manna to my ears.It patters on my skylight and it drumsupon my roof. It hammers or it thrums,and I attend its rhythm. When it clearsI yearn to have it back – a storm cloud nearsand … Continue reading →

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No Blame

A lot of members of my familydraw energy from indignation’s flame.For me today, exhaustion swamps the blame. When public health is failing, and we seethat promises and care are not the same,a lot of members of my familydraw energy from … Continue reading →

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After the Appointment

I took my first vaccine shot late last week.There were no lines, confusion, stress or pain.According to my friends, that’s not unique –preceding me, I hear no one complain.The media reports are scary, bleak.They agitate the heart and rock the … Continue reading →

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