Author Archives: sputterpub

Routine Change

Posted on September 7, 2020 by sputterpub

I bought my bike in 1985,and soon I took to riding every dawn(I’d left the hospital. I aimed to thrive).It had a reading rack. I fed each yawnwith coffee from a shelf beside my arm.The exercise was nothing hard to … Continue reading →

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End Game

Posted on September 6, 2020 by sputterpub

My mother says of late she’s glad she’s old.At 94 she’s odd, but that’s not new.She’s lost her spouse and siblings, but she toldme that’s not what her blues are owing to.Disgusted with the politics and press,she claims she can’t … Continue reading →

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Hedging

Posted on September 5, 2020 by sputterpub

A jeweler has to purchase the suppliesthat serve to make the works that must be sold,and if he’s prudent, conscientious, wise,he pays attention to the price of gold.What’s more, if he’s experienced or smart,he’ll buy some Futures of the yellow … Continue reading →

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Hand Protocols

Posted on September 4, 2020 by sputterpub

We’ve all been learning how to wash our hands:the 20-second song; the case for soapinstead of sanitizers. Lately hopeand science urge what common sense commands. Like mask design, we’re noticing details:the drying-out effect of alcohol;the mousse- and bar-made lather, and … Continue reading →

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Indictment

Posted on September 3, 2020 by sputterpub

          I’ve been alive and watching all this time;I’ve voted in elections 50 years.I guess I missed our country in its prime;although I’ve seen an increase in careersfor women and enhanced mobility,I haven’t felt us triumph … Continue reading →

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Rave

Posted on September 2, 2020 by sputterpub

I showed a poem I love to my old friend. She begged a copy (the sincerest praise). She liked the piece enough to recommend a reading to a thinker she respects, who saw so accurately what I penned that I … Continue reading →

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Grains of Salt

Posted on September 1, 2020 by sputterpub

I’ve heard it claimed more often than I need that something said a lot must hold some truth. The argument is used by folks who feed on propaganda, typecasts, and uncouth attempts to sort us into pigeonholes that don’t apply … Continue reading →

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Florulence

Posted on August 31, 2020 by sputterpub

When the roses don’t compel my close attention they thorn-snag my flesh

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The Quarantine Effect

Posted on August 30, 2020 by sputterpub

They quarantined Mom as expected (her cleaning girl tested infected). Away from the store Mom is listening more, and noticing feelings neglected.

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The Discard Pile

Posted on August 29, 2020 by sputterpub

We’re human, so we like a fairy tale, a legend, story, all mythology. We tend to sing and dance and most don’t fail at loving games. So we find simile and metaphor in such activity: a natural process linked to … Continue reading →

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