Author Archives: sputterpub

Fern Volunteers

Posted on August 17, 2020 by sputterpub

This year, beneath the young persimmon tree, a clutch of ferns unfurled. They seemed to feather symbiotically: beginning tightly curled, and opening beneath the summer shade, like fans abutting bark, retaining earth near roots the tree has laid within the … Continue reading →

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A Little Liveliness

Posted on August 16, 2020 by sputterpub

The COVID quiet’s punctured now and then by sounds of interaction near my home. Across and up I hear the sounds of men where only women dwell. My neighbor’s door is propped ajar – I see her figure when she … Continue reading →

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Futility

Posted on August 15, 2020 by sputterpub

The future isn’t boding well, and yet, I’m doubtful that it ever has before. Supposed to learn from history, we let today distract. Instead of knowing more, we act as if it’s different. We forget, we never knew or, even … Continue reading →

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Fourth Fail

Posted on August 14, 2020 by sputterpub

The (unelected) unelect’s a sure deficient in intelligence and sense. I’d call the man a moron, but he’s more insidious than that, with lies immense and myriad – a plethora of bad, and everything he states should be ignored. He … Continue reading →

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An Old Question

Posted on August 13, 2020 by sputterpub

The ancient question is: which one came first? The Bible says it had to be the bird, and science argues that old bubble burst as soon as positing a proto-hen, not quite a chicken yet, that laid and nursed the … Continue reading →

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Say It Isn’t So

Posted on August 12, 2020 by sputterpub

“There’s no accounting for a person’s taste,” is one translation of the Latin line. “What’s liked cannot be argued” was replaced, but neither phrase is accurate or fine. The very best is judged by all supreme. The worst we all … Continue reading →

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The Trolley Question

Posted on August 11, 2020 by sputterpub

You have a choice about the rail you ride. Ahead you see a crowd, so do you switch to force the trolley on the shunt beside, where one will surely die? Now tell me: which? It doesn’t matter what or … Continue reading →

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My Little Estate

Posted on August 10, 2020 by sputterpub

I moved back in here 15 months ago and wanted to declare the job complete, but then I watched the punch list start to grow as imperfections surfaced in the neat appearances that pleased in gross but not on close … Continue reading →

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COVIDream

Posted on August 9, 2020 by sputterpub

An ordinary nightmare for the young, the one that more experience than not, is dreaming we’re at school one day among our peers, and realizing that we forgot to put on underwear. Anxiety invades us: how to handle vacancy beneath … Continue reading →

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By Request

Posted on August 8, 2020 by sputterpub

She’s known me rather well for 50 years. She understands I seldom take advice or listen to suggestions. Mostly nice and rational, my willful temper rears when anybody states how I should spend my time or modulate my tone of … Continue reading →

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