Author Archives: sputterpub

Path Lamps

Presented to me several months ago,I didn’t think I needed them, and yet,fraternal acts protecting me are soadorable I stored without regretthe box, and last week other brother setthem up along the path that fronts my gate.Malfunction two days later … Continue reading

Posted in Family, Home, Love, Poetry | Tagged | Leave a comment

Unwise Play

To win the daily challenge solitaire,I had to make two moves I deemed unwise.That’s come to be a metaphor for wheredirect does not prevail. I think AI’sgrown capable of forecasting all triesin solo play, but can’t anticipatewhen plural play is … Continue reading

Posted in Philosophy, Poetry | Tagged | Leave a comment

Tuesday Trivia

It isn’t that I’m ill or feeling bad.Most things are going well. I’m getting restand needs are met, but lately I have hadsome incidents online that turned me stressedto telephone and text, and they’ve compressedmy meditations and deflected meto staggered … Continue reading

Posted in Aging, Health, Personality, Poetry | Tagged | Leave a comment

Delegaphobia

“It’s easier to do the work myselfthan try to train employees or relyon others.” You’re no cobbler. There’s no elfto labor magically while night goes by.But that path leads to never seeing sky.Perhaps there are some areas where lesswill do, … Continue reading

Posted in Cognition, Personality, Poetry | Tagged | Leave a comment

Cold Stew

My house is cold. A door cannot be closedthat’s been removed today to be restained.There’s sun but it is colder than supposed.My comfort can’t be suitably sustainedunless I sit by fireside, red-nosedand ruddy-cheeked, my temperature maintainedbut not my temper. I’m … Continue reading

Posted in Aging, Home, Poetry, Weather | Tagged | Leave a comment

Renewing

Two days a week committed to anointmy cheeks and brow with cream that has “Renew-ing” in its name, I wonder what’s the point?There really isn’t much that one can donon-surgically, but even so it’s trueI have the time and purchase … Continue reading

Posted in Aging, Health, Poetry | Tagged | Leave a comment

Thursdays

My days of fullest liberty are two.On Monday and on Thursday I am freeto pick whatever things I want to do,without requests from friends or familyor specialists with care for their purview.And Monday’s nice, but Thursday’s come to bemy favorite, … Continue reading

Posted in Aging, Personality, Poetry | Tagged | Leave a comment

Malodorous

The stink of magic waterproofing struckmy nose as soon as I walked in the door.The dark and rain outside meant I was stuckin ambience unpleasant. To restorethe wall of window doors I’d have to buckdiscomfort, I concluded, but the curewas … Continue reading

Posted in Home, Poetry | Tagged | Leave a comment

Kneeing

I’ve grown so ancient I can twist my kneein bed, alone at 3 a.m., awakeperhaps to turn my head, perhaps to pee,for probably no reason but the quakethat 7 decades plus has put in meto catch short dreams and recollections … Continue reading

Posted in Aging, Health, Poetry | Tagged | Leave a comment

3 PM

At least it’s 3. There won’t be too much more,but right now I’ve got sound insanityas 2 nice fellows work to sand each door.At least it’s 3. They’re both precise and skilled, and I can seetheir workmanship is capable for … Continue reading

Posted in Home, Personality, Poetry | Tagged | Leave a comment