Author Archives: sputterpub

Low Fuel

Posted on January 10, 2020 by sputterpub

I may be running out of things to say. I thought as much two years ago but then, composing twice a week and Saturday, I kept producing rhythm with my pen. I aim to entertain and maybe teach, describing observations … Continue reading →

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Recording

Posted on January 8, 2020 by sputterpub

A dowager is not a matriarch, no matter what you call yourself these days. Subordinate to spouse, we heard your bark but never feared you’d bite us, or amaze us with authority, or guide us right. We always knew, from … Continue reading →

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Sam’s Bad Dream

Posted on January 6, 2020 by sputterpub

I wondered once why infants have bad dreams who haven’t lived enough to learn to fear, and what comprises puppy nightmare themes, and how a kitten monster could appear. And I don’t have an answer, but I know it’s true … Continue reading →

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Revisits

Posted on January 3, 2020 by sputterpub

As I review assorted escapades of youth, of 12, 16, and 21, I clearly see they feature tones and shades of sexual predation. What was done was never charged: too mild then and, too, I thought myself mature and strong … Continue reading →

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Before

Posted on January 1, 2020 by sputterpub

The feelings I remember from my youth were anger and impatience with my lot of noodgy mom, protective dad – in truth, if I’d sufficient freedom, I forgot (and that’s not likely – I recorded notes in poems and diaries … Continue reading →

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Keeping It Simple

Posted on December 30, 2019 by sputterpub

You want it simple? There is no conspiracy. In truth it’s all lies.

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Forecasting

Posted on December 27, 2019 by sputterpub

I’ve heard it’s hard to forecast over sea: the ocean brings surprises to the West. The instruments detect a tendency, but here my window tells the weather best. My phone says we’ll have clouds but I see rain outside, and … Continue reading →

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Ambiversion

Posted on December 23, 2019 by sputterpub

I claimed I was an introvert, before I gave the subject tests and further thought. “Gregarious but loner” was the score assumed by me, and to my children taught. They nodded, stating they were otherwise, but after we stopped trying … Continue reading →

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The Ages of Advice

Posted on December 20, 2019 by sputterpub

I early understood the righteous path away from murk and chaos, tending toward fierce honesty. I bellowed truth with wrath and passion – then my wisdom got ignored. In middle life I learned it wasn’t bad to be so disregarded, … Continue reading →

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Love Among Young Cousins

Posted on December 18, 2019 by sputterpub

The gentleman was young and shy and sweet. The lady was his junior by four years. His attitude was courtly, hers replete with burning quests for answers. It appears that theirs were kindred minds, but unmatched themes in fact. Their … Continue reading →

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