Author Archives: sputterpub

Sibling Dinner

I think we liked each other even whenwe squabbled young in bickering and tease.But as we’ve aged, and only now and thenachieve a meeting, after kiss and squeeze,we fall into affection’s lap again,where every word and thought just serves to … Continue reading

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A Simple Sunday

I’ve socialized the last 5 days, a lot,and that was stimulating, warm, all good.But getting up today, I know I’m notanticipating any time that wouldbe better spent with others. What I’ve gotaround me now will cradle me, and shouldbe best … Continue reading

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FWIW

When bird flu first arrived in Western news,I recollect extreme anxiety.A house ago, I entertained the viewsof dire damage to humanity.And maybe living through that episode,embracing impotence and lack of fact,is what prepared me, when the Covid rodeus hard, to … Continue reading

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A Read

While waiting to get on the dentist’s chair,for what he recommended he should dobeyond hygiene and minuscule repair,I had a moment to absorb the view.I noted that the rack that’s mounted thereis stocked with magazines, and not a few.It’s further … Continue reading

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I’m Used to Weird

I’m used to weird. A cuckoo in the nest,the black sheep in my family, who veeredaway from their conditions on my quest,I’m used to weird. A beatnik when the hippies all appeared –an anarchist against all guns – unstressedwhen solitude … Continue reading

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His CV

He landed in construction after school.His liberal arts degree led to no chair.He’d learned to use most any kind of toolfrom summer jobs encountered everywhere.The labor exercised his arms and mood.His skills advanced with every passing year.And years did pass … Continue reading

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Post-Op

I’m halfway through obnoxious meds, and knowI’ll flourish when they stop protecting me.I’m caring for myself, and I bestowcompared to ℞ automaticallydispensed, attention of prime quality.I’m introducing exercise and foodappropriate for my recovery.I’m nourishing a patient attitude.

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Top Three

A question tossed by media (big deal) –Three favorite people? was the prompt I heard.Without intention answers popped, surrealbut true 3 personalities occurredin mind, like ghosts beside me. I was luredto comprehend it’s not I love them more,but I’m at … Continue reading

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What the Record Reveals

A browse through media that illustratethe poems I’ve posted to the cloud for yearspresents a picture used when I last ateAmoxicillin (4 years back). My fearsare justified – last night’s 3 hour spateof nausea and heartburn now appearsto come from … Continue reading

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No More Wisdoms

We set the date a month ago. And since,I’ve thought about what’s coming now and then.It took the surgeon seconds to convinceme of necessity to once againrelieve me of two molars I don’t need –one loose and one with pockets … Continue reading

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