Author Archives: sputterpub

Generating

Posted on July 18, 2020 by sputterpub

I feel I owe the kids apology: we meant to change the world in ‘68. Somehow my cohort lost its energy; we settled in for goods instead of great. Apparently the time was wrong for us. We marched and rioted, … Continue reading →

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Mask Etiquette

Posted on July 17, 2020 by sputterpub

I know the weakest link defines the chain, in terms of strength (and what’s of more import than hold if chains are judged?) The links will strain when pull’s applied, until the poor falls short. Just so, as we now … Continue reading →

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Resealed

Posted on July 16, 2020 by sputterpub

Too humid to dry the redwood deck I resealed: our normal July.

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To Sleep

Posted on July 15, 2020 by sputterpub

I think I like to sleep, but I’m not there to judge; it’s only as I start to fall to slumber, that I’m comfortably aware my latest thoughts are what I can’t recall. As I relax, I set my hands … Continue reading →

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War on Entropy

Posted on July 14, 2020 by sputterpub

When I say I love order, I don’t mean I value lines or uniforms or rules. (I’d be an anarchist, except that scene has been usurped by weapon-toting fools.) Obedience has never been my route – impatience my persistent quality; … Continue reading →

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It’s Not Too Late (Rondine)

Posted on July 13, 2020 by sputterpub

It’s not too late to tackle this disease, that triggers inflammation causing more compounding symptoms, circumventing sure analysis, prodigious in degrees of insult – manifest debilities – while experts scavenge blindly for a cure. It’s not too late. As soon … Continue reading →

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To Mom, My Aunts, and My Girlfriends

Posted on July 12, 2020 by sputterpub

I loved heroic tales when I was small, relating some to princesses, but more to youngest sons and cabin boys and all the challenges encountered. That was pure enchantment for me, so I learned their ways: the kindness to each … Continue reading →

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Threatless

Posted on July 11, 2020 by sputterpub

(A Pre-Covid Piece) Commuting yesterday, at nearly noon, I noticed I felt free and oddly fine. I focused on surroundings then, and soon observed that every vista seemed benign. Though weather’s weird, the air was warm and clear. Though politics … Continue reading →

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Claustrophilia

Posted on July 10, 2020 by sputterpub

The deck deserves another waterproof. It should have happened several months ago, before we hunkered down and in, aloof from viral load, from people, shop and show. The bathroom has irregularities the builder meant to fix, or tweak and ease. … Continue reading →

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The Last Time I Die

Posted on July 9, 2020 by sputterpub

I doubt my death will be a pretty sight; I’ve lived too long to make a lovely corpse. Most likely I’ll be in a bed, and might be looking like the sort of beast that warps a grandson’s dream to … Continue reading →

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