Author Archives: sputterpub

Done & Dismantled

At 4 p.m. on Thursday afternoon,I watched the man dismantling the shophe’d set up on my deck, and knew that soonthe work would be complete and he would stopall noise and interruption. I could dropthe need to dress, the obstacles … Continue reading

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Willing to Winnow

The future will of course proceed to shrink,by natural operation and my aim.Of late I look to next year, and I thinkI’ll still be occupied. I’ll change my game;I’ll turn away from office work, unlinkmy Wednesday visits. Not the samewill … Continue reading

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Thorn Wall

I know we should have cut the roses back,but somehow fall and winter got awayfrom us, with travel, task, and other lackof time – in fact, the garden looked okay.The door and window projects had their sway,so now the plant … Continue reading

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Box Filling

I’ve lived here nearly 18 years, and keptmost papers I have filed or received.I tolerate no clutter and I’ve swept,but folders should have long ago been heaved.I’ll spend an hour weekly. I’m adeptenough to fill one banker’s box, relievedto move … Continue reading

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Back Office Back

I have a little office here – the shedacross the deck – for bike and my PC,to keep my files distant from my bedand loveseat, where I rest and watch TV.A while back, consenting it could berepository for the tools … Continue reading

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A Rose Arose

A week ago this blossom greeted me,when I glanced west and set the coffee potto brew my morning drink electrically.Thus urged, I turned to see what I could spoton trellis and beneath the leafing treethat soon will fruit. As usual, … Continue reading

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Parkway Design

They’re clearly not the phases of the moon –these seven circles filled with black and whitein patterns. Walking Friday afternoonI passed them from the sidewalk, on my right.I double-taked and then I shot the sight,backtracking out of shadow cast by … Continue reading

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Quest of Questions

I’ve opened an exploratory questby comprehending I’m beyond the brinkof benchmarks in a standard screening test.I’m gathering ideas and facts, to thinkabout – will I use bars or try a vest?endure new shots or gulp a stirring drink?Investigating foods and … Continue reading

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Scarfing

With every year of age I grow more chill –the thermostat acquires a degreefor winter settings, now in force untilnear May. I comprehend felinity –I’m like a window cat who climbs to beasleep in sunlight, afternoons adrape.I’ve grown to love … Continue reading

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Priori-Me

Accused of selfishness when I was 8,which word was seconded and reinforcedmaliciously, I tried at first debate,and later by my actions to negatethe charge, which never had a base in fact.The blamers weren’t folks I had endorsed –they demonstrated neither … Continue reading

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