Author Archives: sputterpub

Thrummingbirds

Posted on August 7, 2020 by sputterpub

I never saw so many hummingbirds in 13 years of living by this yard. If I’d attempt to put their sound in words, I’d mention “thrum:” soft tongue upon the hard- called palate right behind the upper teeth. I hear … Continue reading →

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Furniture

Posted on August 6, 2020 by sputterpub

Considering the way I use outside, I know I want a bench and table there. I picked a set IKEA advertised, but couldn’t get it shipped. I shopped elsewhere. I found a better set and paid with card (and started … Continue reading →

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Scaled Down

Posted on August 5, 2020 by sputterpub

“The beatings will continue till morale improves” came into office humor lore when I was young and prone to rationale, and this is what I took from it: The cure for sadness, fret, and most anxiety may be no more … Continue reading →

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The Napping Chair

Posted on August 4, 2020 by sputterpub

At last I own the perfect napping chair. It took a lifetime to acquire this upholstered seat abutting shaded air affording back support and ankle bliss. The view from it is manna for my eyes, although its comfort bids my … Continue reading →

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Hoax

Posted on August 3, 2020 by sputterpub

I hear Coronavirus is a hoax perpetuated by the enemies of 45, whose followers are folks who cherish secret dark conspiracies. As if progressives had the means to coax cooperation from communities abroad! What stupid love of subterfuge, to think … Continue reading →

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Behavior

Posted on August 2, 2020 by sputterpub

I know the media exaggerate the odd and shocking, but what is this shit about barbaric acts of public hate involving women who decide to spit at people? Words like “inappropriate” fall short, describing assholes lacking qualms. While right-wing women … Continue reading →

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Scat

Posted on August 1, 2020 by sputterpub

My yard is rodent-rich and bird-endowed, and harbors skunks and possums frequently, but we decided deer are not allowed – they munch too many blossoms. So we built a gate atop the entrance steps that cowed the eaters of our … Continue reading →

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Optics

Posted on July 31, 2020 by sputterpub

Chicago riots, 1968, made optics the conservatives could use. Though catalyzed when cops provoked the hate, it looked like mobs and looters on the news. Police deceived like Trump; they always claimed “resisting” or “combative” as they framed the kids, … Continue reading →

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Oxygen

Posted on July 30, 2020 by sputterpub

I recognize a cultural motif concerning breathing. Millions have awoke to knees-on-necks and choke holds, and the grief of systematic bias. Victims spoke forever who were muzzled and unheard, now constrained to orate through a mask. Compromised by virus or … Continue reading →

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Disagreement

Posted on July 29, 2020 by sputterpub

I seldom take prescription medicine, but after recent implant surgery (tooth number 4, for core titanium), the dentist wrote up pain relief and more. A 10-day course has been my regimen of purple/pink Amoxicillin caps. And I was well at … Continue reading →

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