Author Archives: sputterpub

Silver Lining

Posted on July 15, 2019 by sputterpub

Of course nobody wants catastrophe. For all the drama, everyone invokes affection, peace, domestic harmony, sufficient stimulation. Someone jokes about the time to study jail affords: the space to write a novel in your cell, the limits in the yard … Continue reading →

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Missing

Posted on July 11, 2019 by sputterpub

I lost a friend two years ago. She died alone, unwell: unwelcome news that stunned us all, although we know how she defied most critical advice. Conditions gunned for her at last: a metabolic bomb. She never cared enough to … Continue reading →

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Don’t Stop Now

Posted on July 3, 2019 by sputterpub

When you were 12 years old, your father quit his job, his engineering work, his life in many ways. He took to home, to sit and view a hundred channels with his wife. He never more felt vigorous or well … Continue reading →

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In Memoriam

Posted on July 2, 2019 by sputterpub

You died. And now traits you had that drove me crazy are what I miss most.

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Kept

Posted on July 1, 2019 by sputterpub

I live in one large room. I don’t own much. Remodeling required me to go, before and after moving items. Such it was, I had at least two prompts to throw away what I no longer use, reserve my space … Continue reading →

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Divergence

Posted on June 27, 2019 by sputterpub

I’m used to mendicants on streets and trains, exposed to dirty butts and putrid scents, implored in every way to spare some change – in public transit I’ve experience. But I was just accosted by a guy, light black, soft-spoken, … Continue reading →

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Well I Declare

Posted on June 25, 2019 by sputterpub

My triceps ache from picking up those weights. I’ll have 6 hits of nicotine today. I’ll say goodbye to milled carbohydrates, and turn again to pen and keyboard play. I’ll give my legs and patience exercise. I’ll try to ease … Continue reading →

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To 43

Posted on June 24, 2019 by sputterpub

My 30-something son is sick again. From flu or spoiled food he’s feeling sore. His wife is ailing too, but most the men we care about appear to suffer more. She asked me was he like this as a child? … Continue reading →

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If I Were Dead

Posted on June 20, 2019 by sputterpub

If I were dead, it wouldn’t be that odd. I’ve almost lived three score and ten right now. I’m old enough to meet whatever God arranged to follow life, of what and how and never why. I wouldn’t be that … Continue reading →

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Social Silence

Posted on June 18, 2019 by sputterpub

I ought to take a compliment with poise, accept a testimonial with ease. But I’m as apt to croak a phlegmy noise as speak politely. Seldom do I please myself in shopping for another’s gift, and I from what I … Continue reading →

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