Author Archives: sputterpub

Misplacement

I wrote a little stanza yesterdayand meant to type it up today, but foundI couldn’t find it in the small arrayof iPad, phone and mail. I looked aroundmy one room and at stuff I threw away,and wondered if my memory’s … Continue reading

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Intensified Gruntling

Disgruntled waking from an early dreamthat fled like dust motes in the morning light,I surveyed the personae in my scene,and found near every character not rightor wrong exactly, but in some way quiteerratic now, less affable than then.Though no one’s … Continue reading

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Expiration

Why are you friends? they queried recently.Responding we go back so many years,I said although we’re vastly different, wehave managed mutual respect. Some tearswe’ve shed in anger – we sustained a breachat least two times, but found a pathway back.And … Continue reading

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Holiday Talk

The kids view Xmas as a holidaythat’s less religious than it’s cultural.In fact they would ignore the creche display,church service, carol lyrics and the pulltoward gifting first exampled by three kings.We gave them history but they rebut –no miracles except … Continue reading

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White Men on the Spectrum with ADHD

The problem’s clear: no sooner did they testthan autism could everywhere appear,in crania where no one might have guessed.The problem’s clear. And in that diagnostic atmosphere,with ADHD recently assessed,there suddenly seemed cases far and near. Admittedly our situation’s stressed.It’s blame … Continue reading

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Not Without My Coffee

Awakened in the cottage where I spendmost Friday nights, abruptly jarred alert,I read the warning on my phone, discernedthe time, and promptly heard another blurtof urgency, to move avoiding hurt,to where the family was massed inside.But I brewed coffee ere … Continue reading

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It Takes Two

It took me 60 years to comprehendthat if I’m finding irksome, chronically,the deeds or talk of someone I call friend,the bothered person isn’t only me.It’s egotistical when I pretendthat only I can sense. Discrepancytakes two (at least). An interaction’s plus.It’s … Continue reading

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New Porcelain

An empty can that once held CO 2took out my favorite mug 3 days ago.I knocked it off my countertop, and threwit accidentally into the sink.I self-chastised, but nothing I could doreversed the chip in porcelain that could harmmy lip, … Continue reading

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Windfall

One night last week I thought the wind was rain.The thrum on skylights woke me up at 2.Four hours later, through my window pane,I marveled at the scatter, clutter, strewupon my deck, amid my yard: a slewof naked twigs that … Continue reading

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Commuting Downers

What purpose does an escalator fillthat’s going down? It contradicts the name.Do planners short on brains and long on willmistake a walker’s needs, and think the samedegree of aid is needed in descentas in a laden rise through gravity?Was it … Continue reading

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