Author Archives: sputterpub

Murmuring

Posted on January 17, 2019 by sputterpub

Consumed with judgments no one wants to hear, I let the criticism rip inside: unfocused; sloppy; paralyzed by fear; deluded by a needy ego; pride engendered by a spoiled attitude and peppered with a petulance as strong as conscience ought … Continue reading →

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Auto-Shame

Posted on January 15, 2019 by sputterpub

My mother shared her people-watching skills with me, in airports, shopping malls, subways. Conjecturing on strangers gave her thrills; her plans for their improvement would amaze and make me note her subjects were obese – she whispered overloud about their … Continue reading →

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Three Score and Nine

Posted on January 14, 2019 by sputterpub

It feels like I should write a poem today and savor it, along with nuts and wine and cheesecake. I’ll select some words to say here’s something for attaining 69. Of course I never contemplated this advancing to an age … Continue reading →

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Retro Diagnosis

Posted on January 10, 2019 by sputterpub

“Is there depression in your family?” she asked me after marrying my son and giving birth to their first progeny. I indicated no. “Most everyone is willful, prone to anger. We’re complex but rarely down, and seldom sad for long.” … Continue reading →

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Inconvenience

Posted on January 8, 2019 by sputterpub

There’s no convenient time for a rhinovirus or jury duty

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A Postage Stamp

Posted on January 7, 2019 by sputterpub

I can’t remember when I last acquired a postage stamp. I used the Pitney Bowes the office leased, but now I’m near-retired, and rarely am I where the red ink flows. I paid my tax on property within the deadline, … Continue reading →

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Old Cold Comfort

Posted on January 3, 2019 by sputterpub

When I was young, I liked the dark and cold of winter and of midnight. I rebelled about the sun/moon symbolism told in classics, and I often felt compelled to ram my views against tradition’s wall. I thought I was … Continue reading →

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Rx

Posted on December 20, 2018 by sputterpub

Declaring I’m not stressed when any ask, and sleeping rather soundly for my age, I’m quite sincere – this visage is no mask, I’m not a martyr, and I don’t engage hyperbole to write or self-portray. But lately I’ve a … Continue reading →

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Holiday Weekend

Posted on December 18, 2018 by sputterpub

There’s precious dullness in family these rainy Sunday afternoons.

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Vagabonding

Posted on December 17, 2018 by sputterpub

Another grandmother would visit less, contribute money more than presence now. Acknowledging catastrophe, I guess it’s true another’d try a different how. But I can’t stay at home while they contend with hospitals and stroke dimension’s pace and space, with … Continue reading →

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