Author Archives: sputterpub

Eastward at 8

Posted on March 7, 2025 by sputterpub

I didn’t note, returning home, a sightinspiring me to aim and click my phone,until I exited the train last nightand followed this appearance. I had grownaccustomed to street oddities all right,but this was an array I’d never known.It raised the … Continue reading →

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Westward at 3

Posted on March 6, 2025 by sputterpub

I walked through campus on the way to BART,avoiding strikers to absorb new greeninstead of chants. Once there, I stood apartfrom others, and rode backwards when the screenannounced an 18 minute wait. My heartat peace, my book in hand, and … Continue reading →

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A Little Breakage

Posted on March 5, 2025 by sputterpub

I passed the damage yesterday, and thoughtit might serve as a prompt for micro verse.A stanza on the little chaos broughtgratuitously now. An urban curse,a tantrum, small destruction no one soughtand, to be sure, a crime that might be worse.I … Continue reading →

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For Now

Posted on March 4, 2025 by sputterpub

I had occasion, several days ago,to walk four thousand steps to meet a friend,enjoy a tasty lunch before the show,and talk about some travel we intendto make in seven months, although dependon it – experience may intervene.Bad health or politics … Continue reading →

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Tepid

Posted on March 3, 2025 by sputterpub

I cannot give the play a good report,although I hear much media approved.The stagecraft was impressive – just the sortI like to see, but I was barely movedby storyline that didn’t sense-distort,but offered nothing novel that behooved.The lunch and talk … Continue reading →

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These Kids Today…

Posted on March 2, 2025 by sputterpub

If I were feeling critical, I mightcondemn the way they misprioritizedtheir yesterday, when what would have been rightwas more and early visit (I advisedconsideration, never heard). Last nightsome neighbors, even younger yet, surprisedme with their texted inabilityto think. (But neither … Continue reading →

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Remains

Posted on March 1, 2025 by sputterpub

A poet pre-explained her suicide –she lacked the will to edit any more.That resonates a bit. If aging priedmy judgment off or my abilityto edit who I am, if when I triedto modify my attitude I failed,if change in brain … Continue reading →

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A Little Togetherness

Posted on February 28, 2025 by sputterpub

Four hours mid last week I got to spendwith both the souls I loosed upon the earth.They rarely share address or mood, and tendto gift me with diversity since birth.They’ve each acquired mates and kids they lendto me to love … Continue reading →

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Sensing the Slide

Posted on February 27, 2025 by sputterpub

The last two calls, I sense a further driftaway from logic, sense, and memory.She needs a prompt, but isn’t acting miffedwhen I supply the cue or clue. So weconverse about not much. It seems to meshe’s slipping but she doesn’t … Continue reading →

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Which?

Posted on February 26, 2025 by sputterpub

The best vocabulary voiced to me,from one I dined and chatted with for years,was lost in ravages of memory,when he was under 70. The earsof my ex-husband, one who understoodand loved acoustics, playing any songby ear, who worked all instruments … Continue reading →

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