Author Archives: sputterpub

Anemone

My garden stalks now with anemone,the daughter of the wind in purple dress.I never planted it. Love’s deityanointed ground with tears of her distressaround the mortal she could not possess.She made a monument of mauve and goldthat cools my heated … Continue reading

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Life Span

When I was young, I wondered what I’d bewhen I grew up, but never for how long.Perhaps I’d write or learn philosophy…When I was young I wondered what I’d be:a master of marine biology?My passions were diversified but strongwhen I … Continue reading

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Weather Whether

The weather is the first thing on my mindwhen I get up, if no catastrophedemands attention urgently from me.I peer outside and read an app to findwhat’s needed and what I can leave behind,to venture out. The main concern for … Continue reading

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Life Surprises

I always thought I’d marry and give birth,but didn’t know I’d wed at 22.And though we didn’t plan, one New Year’s mirthproduced a Virgo girl with eyes of blueand ash-blonde hair, like no one in my clan.When 5 years passed … Continue reading

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Prey

Encountering evisceration of a hummingbird(its guts a ruby hue, its head apart),in less than half a second, half a step, the thought occurred:the neighbor’s cat had stopped a tiny heart. And then I spied that feline beast of ebony and … Continue reading

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No Regrets

The at-home exercise began when Iwas 35, recovered from a spellof injury, and gave I can’t denysome benefits I never felt so well.Increasing time and changing how I moved,I went from half an hour in the eveto twice that every … Continue reading

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It’s Obvious

It’s obvious he thought he’d never win.He tossed a clown hat at us to begin,and aimed for national publicitywithout a clue to what the job would be.He played a game in which he had no skin. He cannot solve a … Continue reading

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Small Animals

Although the count was high, I left my space.I needed crackers for my favorite three-year old – the cheddar goldfish with a facethat make his own light up in pleasure’s beam.As I approached the street, I saw a traceupon the … Continue reading

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Rubaiyat on Frozen Meat

I’m not a fan of meat. I never wishfor steak or dogs, and I don’t crave a dishof stew. My mother cooked and tried to feedme flesh – I never cared for more than fish. My favorite meals are based … Continue reading

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Assurance

I told my brother and I told my mom,four years ago, when all were blown away,when voting tallies hit us like a bomb –“There will not be a wall.” That dreadful daywas just an introduction to the messour culture would … Continue reading

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