Author Archives: sputterpub

Exampling Spider

Posted on October 8, 2019 by sputterpub

A three-month project, overrun to eight, is nearly at an end, but truth be told, the bulk of it was not accomplished late. I hung at ninety-five percent, controlled by winter trains and summer-found defects, by workmen moving on to … Continue reading →

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Resting

Posted on October 7, 2019 by sputterpub

Today’s a gentle morning in my home. I’m still off exercise and took a break from tasks. I’ve got the time to pen this poem although I’ve no declaratives to make, no narratives or theories to suggest. I’m feeling good … Continue reading →

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Self-Treatment

Posted on October 3, 2019 by sputterpub

Self-doctoring, I’ve flexed and made a list of symptom frequency and pain extent. I’ve read my diaries and haven’t missed what history can offer, and I’ve meant each statement of infliction to be true. Self-medicating now, prescribing rest, I’ve interrupted … Continue reading →

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Repetitive Motions

Posted on October 1, 2019 by sputterpub

Experiencing minor chronic pain I’d calibrate if asked at three point five, I won’t consult a doctor or complain, considering how long I’ve been alive – perhaps the symptom’s age-appropriate. For though I have a parent living yet, and even … Continue reading →

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Going to My Room

Posted on September 30, 2019 by sputterpub

What I appreciate about alone is talking to myself where you can’t hear, where I can gorge on words without a bone to pick with anyone, for no one’s near. My parents used to send me to my room when … Continue reading →

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Soot

Posted on September 26, 2019 by sputterpub

As soon as all the work was done, I booked the window washing and the maintenance my fireplace deserves. The unit looked as usual – I never had the sense of something off. The ceiling fan was on. Was that … Continue reading →

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The Damp Deck

Posted on September 24, 2019 by sputterpub

I’m well aware the weather could be worse; we pay a lot to live around this bay. But atmospheric rivers are a curse for me – extreme humidity today will not allow my just-sealed deck to dry. Evaporation is on … Continue reading →

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Benvenue

Posted on September 23, 2019 by sputterpub

An early riser now, I’m up by 6 all summer, and my day off exercise is Sunday, when I get my weekly fix of puzzles in the back of Datebook. Eyes on friendly letters, coffee freshly made, I want my … Continue reading →

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No Smoking

Posted on September 19, 2019 by sputterpub

I didn’t smoke tobacco to look cool, exactly. I mean, I was not concerned with peer regards. I made it out of school and off to college; then my head got turned by admiration. There I met a guy who … Continue reading →

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Onion Scales

Posted on September 12, 2019 by sputterpub

Perhaps it wasn’t alcohol to blame. It may be that addiction didn’t star in her dramatic history. The same “You’re not as funny as you think you are” describes her now she doesn’t drink at all. Our intervention didn’t do … Continue reading →

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