Author Archives: sputterpub

More Gullibility

There’s unreliability in somedepictions of a character like mine(or yours as well). Describers may be dumb,or envious, or simply careless. Fineprecision isn’t usual. Combinethat with resenting any female grist,or family dynamics. I opinefrom sore experience, with sorrow kissed.

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Opposites

So here’s the thing: she hums when she exhales,self-deprecating with complaining face.I’m opposite – my silence none assails,but I seem harsher than my thoughts embrace.Adopting patience now, receptive grace,no longer feeling adamant or stern,we each are our reverse. What’s more, … Continue reading

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Back the Back

I’m babying my neck and back today(though babies don’t ingest an oval pill).We’re relatively late to bus awayfrom Sydney’s pierage – 10 a.m. untilmid-afternoon, when we may start to sway.They warn a storm will blow and maybe spillsome Nova Scotian … Continue reading

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Accidental Aphorism

At table with four strangers, we engagedin pleasant conversation more or less.Amid strong personalities, none wageda war of words or politics. I guessa phrase was coined (by me, I here confess),to put in words a parent’s strategy:“I have their backs … Continue reading

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Big Swells, No Signal

Already quite relaxed, I didn’t mindthe interruption of the Internet.We’ve left the coast of Canada behindfor now, and though devices should be setan hour forward, Apple cannot findthe proper number, so I’ll just forgetall obligations while we plow the sea,and … Continue reading

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At Sea

I won’t complain about complaints I hear.I’ll try ignoring grimace, grunt and frown.There’s negativity imposing near,but nothing has occurred to bring me down.The views are water-colored, edged in brownof earth and hues of aging autumn leaves.The motion of the ship’s … Continue reading

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From the Terrace (Montreal)

At half past 3 I’m chased out of my roomby chambermaid a little late to clean.I don’t mind, though admit I did assumeshe’d make our beds before. But here the scene(14 floors up the air’s without a plumeof smoke from … Continue reading

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Post-Covid Travel

The last five years, I haven’t traveled far.I’ve never ventured out with easiness,and as I age considerations areincreasing. I have ways to calm the stress,but doubt I can extinguish it in full.No matter how I do, I can’t correctthe urge … Continue reading

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Three Six One

Three days it always takes to carve a groovethat I can start to follow forwardly,to make initial paces to improvein movement, diet, and mentality.Six weeks to form a habit, experts say,and I’ve experienced that’s wisely neat:a new tradition’s born that … Continue reading

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I’ll Take a Break

I’ll take a break from posting poetry.Although undoubtedly I’ll see and makea note that may have footing metrically,I’ll take a break. I’ll lock my door to open to a wakebehind a boat amid new scenery,recording with my hands and eyes … Continue reading

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