Author Archives: sputterpub

House Arrest 4 (Villanelle)

Posted on March 21, 2020 by sputterpub

We look in vain to Washington for more. We merit information without lies. Just what do they think government is for? It doesn’t matter if we’re rich or poor; We question but receive no clear replies. We look in vain … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 3 (Civilization)

Posted on March 20, 2020 by sputterpub

It really shouldn’t come as a surprise that spreading illness is the biggest threat to us. Creating cities any size repressed the wise and let our breed forget direction, stars, and close geography, the good and bad of plants, the … Continue reading →

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Oh No No-No

Posted on March 20, 2020 by sputterpub

We used to call them alligator pears before we learned how much we like their taste. Now breakfast lunch and dinner rarely dares omitting avocado. Mashed to paste it’s guacamole or a sandwich spread. Cubed it’s to a salad like … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 2 (TV)

Posted on March 19, 2020 by sputterpub

There’s welcome rain outside my window now, as if the clouds were cleansing all of us who hunker in our homes, obeying how instructed to forestall the ominous. A sunny day would be more difficult; we’re overcast and want to … Continue reading →

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House Arrest One

Posted on March 18, 2020 by sputterpub

Day 1 of 21 is not so bad. I’ve food enough for near 2 dozen meals, and though the present’s feeling strange and sad I like my house, and solitude appeals to me, at least for goodly chunks of time. … Continue reading →

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Flustered at Russell

Posted on March 18, 2020 by sputterpub

Three blocks away three years ago she lost direction. She was driving to my place, and somehow her location wires crossed. She called me, flustered. I began a race to her on foot. I said, “Stay where you are,” and … Continue reading →

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Ridden and Written

Posted on March 16, 2020 by sputterpub

I used to ride my bike most every day. I used to try each morning to compose a poem, or put 300 words in play, but into every life existence throws up circumstances outside our control; I had to take … Continue reading →

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Will to Live?

Posted on March 13, 2020 by sputterpub

“You never know,” my brother said to us at least a dozen times. “Folks everywhere assert they’d die without a lot of fuss, preferring end instead of endless care, eschewing tubes and dreading loss of mind, but something kicks in … Continue reading →

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Opossum Love

Posted on March 11, 2020 by sputterpub

At 6 a.m. one day last week, I heard a thump outside the window where I sat. I raised the shade to see what had occurred, and spied a pair of ‘possums going at it, either sex or play or … Continue reading →

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Slippage

Posted on March 9, 2020 by sputterpub

I always wanted to remember time. I’ve trained a natural talent to recall by taking notes in diaries and rhyme, and narrating my memories to all. Specific moments I have tried to freeze with photographs or lists I made in … Continue reading →

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