Author Archives: sputterpub

Well Shut My Mouth

Posted on June 7, 2017 by sputterpub

As far back as I can remember, I haven’t wanted to eat breakfast in the morning. My lack of appetite drove Mom nuts. She and Dad kept telling me breakfast was the most important meal of the day, while she … Continue reading →

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Remembering a Jewish Children’s Story

Posted on June 6, 2017 by sputterpub

Young Abraham discovered God by thought. His father made stone idols, and that day a godless woman visited and bought an idol to replace one ripped away from her abode by robbers overnight. “But how can God be stolen?” wondered … Continue reading →

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Chaff

Posted on June 5, 2017 by sputterpub

A radar countermeasure from before I drew a breath, a noun that makes me laugh – is what I think of when you bring me more minute details – it’s like you scattered chaff around – my mental air is … Continue reading →

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ExSpectation

Posted on June 2, 2017 by sputterpub

I live alone. I’m over 65 and only work a little now. I find these days are nearly full enough. Alive and well, enjoying luck and cash or kind, I wake to writing words and reading news, I exercise at … Continue reading →

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Spectation

Posted on June 1, 2017 by sputterpub

My brother watches football games, records the bouts he has to miss, and basketball has fast become a fave. He angles towards his giant screen and soon I hear him call how we are winning, what we need to try. … Continue reading →

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Sin Brazos

Posted on May 31, 2017 by sputterpub

I never noticed till the recent posts. I guess it’s an example of consciousness-raising. But the fact is, arms are a drag when you’re not using them. They’re great when you need to manipulate or carry things. But I can … Continue reading →

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Unsettled

Posted on May 30, 2017 by sputterpub

It’s absolutely silly how upset I got about a trellis vine that died. Acceptance took three weeks – I didn’t let its symptoms tell me what they signified. I’m feeling better now all hope has flown; I paid a guy … Continue reading →

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Plant Puppies

Posted on May 29, 2017 by sputterpub

The passion flower’s otherworldly bloom, cape honeysuckle and another vine, we plan to plant today. I have the room – wisteria that I considered mine has died. For weeks I watched for buds to grow, but stunted purple petals broke … Continue reading →

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Tantrum

Posted on May 26, 2017 by sputterpub

I’m done with counting carbs and calories. I don’t like summing minutes for my bills. Fatigued by all the bullet lists that freeze me more than fire me, I’m lately ill on numbers, and I need to take a break. … Continue reading →

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Or Else

Posted on May 25, 2017 by sputterpub

“You have a week to reconsider,” said her husband late that bitter breakup night. “If you persist in leaving, go ahead, but understand you’ll never make it right. The exit is one-way; you can’t return once you depart (or send … Continue reading →

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