Author Archives: sputterpub

Don’t Mumble

That Mom complains is seldom a surpriseto us who’ve watched her growing old so long,and know the woman lives to criticize.And as her hearing weekly dims, her strong“Don’t mumble” is the opposite of wise;it’s no big deal that attitude is … Continue reading

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Defect Fix

A shot of how it looked a week beforethis publication, as I wrote these lines,shows detail of the damage to the doorI open least. For years I’ve seen the signsof oak attacked by stormy water’s pour,resisting caulk repair and tape … Continue reading

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March Medley

Three members of my City familyhave birthdays, so I need to shift the dateof overnighting (twice) from normalcyto novelty. And one who’s out of statewill mark his seventeenth. I want to beattendant, and I plan to celebratea month from customary … Continue reading

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Construction Triolet

I’m dwelling in a small construction zone.I had to ask for it; I knew I should.Although I always love to live alone,I’m dwelling in a small construction zone.Disrupted daily, trying not to groan,the work that’s being done is looking good.I’m … Continue reading

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Artifact

Although I wasn’t girly when a kid,as only daughter I assumed I knewmy mother’s rings and things. She never hidher stuff from me. And though she often threwaway her things (and mine), I had no cluethat something closeted or boxed … Continue reading

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No Blocks

I’m not sure why I find no mental blockswhen I survey inside. For I can spysome body shame, but nothing recall locks.I’m not sure why. Somatic mishaps seemed outside of mycontrol, and as for teenage peerage mocks,they ricocheted and never … Continue reading

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Door Work

The work is needed, but it won’t be funto feel disruption for a month or more,as hinges are removed, and one by one,I have to do without a framed-glass door.Until the reparations are all done,I’ll have more noise and people … Continue reading

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Good Cut

My mother had no patience with my hair.When I was only 7, someone choppedit off too short to tangle or to snare.I recollect dismay and shame that stoppedmy freedom. So I seized control to wearit, heard her hate it when … Continue reading

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Simperers

Detailing social friction in their set,she sorted people geographically,contending east coast natives ever gettheir notions and emotions blatantlydeclared, while westerners are more repressed(polite or sensitive they’d self-describe).But he conjectured how each one expressedwas owing to a hot or WASPy tribe. … Continue reading

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WIP

The waterproofing on the western faceis near completion now. I thought the planinitially was simply to replacesome soggy sills, but talking to the manmy brother recommended, skillful, smart,developed and expanded into new,inside and out – almost a work of artbefore … Continue reading

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