Author Archives: sputterpub

Sitting

I wonder why I’m feeling bored today –not into books (I’m reading two), or you,disinterested in what they have to saywhom I respect and love. No point of viewis snagging my attention, and no playinvites me to engage in what … Continue reading

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Back and Forth

The final day of Twenty Twenty-fourthe weather here was sunny, crisp, and clear.My house was sound, my body not too sore –repair and restoration work was near.My doors and windows would not rot. My fearof knee arthritis was abating fast.My … Continue reading

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Blanket Yoga

It felt so fine I didn’t mind at allthe effort spent to nurture knee and spine,which took to twinging after that near-fall.It felt so fine. I lavished 40 minutes to entwinemy arms in hug and let my sinews sprawl.My breathing … Continue reading

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Increments of Luck

A light that has no purpose I can see,a signal that provides no fact to me,igniting nothing periodically,for 30 days so far (historically),offed after 4, today. A Wordle I each morning set to break,with guesses that try vowels, so I … Continue reading

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A Sinister Report

The left knee says it needs a rest at least,complaining constantly the last 3 days.It’s often tentative, but pain’s increasedof late – if fortunate, it’s just a phaseto be repaired by time and lazy ways.The middle toe I stubbed is … Continue reading

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Triggering

I used to justify addictive lapseby focusing on some convenient stress:obnoxious kids; a thankless job perhaps;an obstacle to peace or happiness.The fact is, if I wanted to indulgein too much food, or pot, or nicotine,excuses weren’t hiding. To divulgethe truth, … Continue reading

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Thumps in the Night

The footsteps overhead last night were loud,as if an upstairs neighbor ogre-strode.But there’s no place above my place – endowedI am with this old cottage. My abodeis solo-set away from stairs or road;when someone walks my roof, there’s little sound.Those … Continue reading

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Skidding

I skidded on the wood outside my doorthat forms a boardwalk to the entry gate.Each winter, rain makes stepping there unsure –plant-slick and weathered. I offset my weightavoiding falling, swerving twice. My fateis to now to wait for what that … Continue reading

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Left Shoes

I’ve noticed shoes on sidewalks near the street –a pair or more for passersby to take –admired pairs on wires flung in neatarray that maybe advertisements make(for parties? drugs? a way to night-compete?).But last week on a stroll, the sight … Continue reading

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Listening Fail

She may consider you her closest friend.Her go-to interlocutors are youand most her life her sister. You contend with her enthusiastic points of view,her pacing judgments and her snap advice,the blurts and cold assertions how to do what she would, … Continue reading

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