Author Archives: sputterpub

Group Dynamics

I understand there’s power in a crowd.A company can consummate a job.For good or ill a faction may be loud:at best a rally and at worst a mob.But I’ll admit groups do not ring my bell.I seldom seek a venue, … Continue reading

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Through a Lens Diagnostic

“There’s something wrong – he isn’t strong – confronted by a choice,he can’t pick toys – there’s too much noise inside, that saps his voice.He’s only 3, but don’t you see – my boy’s a special case.Autism’s name is how … Continue reading

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A Silent Battle Over Setting Up the Coffee Maker

Although they met and promptly set about to fall in love,and he behaved as if he’d saved his vigor for a shovetoward firm embrace and gaze in face like fairy tales of yore,in point of fact their marriage pact was … Continue reading

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Me and the Spider

Again surprised at sensitivityfrom muscles I thought I’d well exercised…I chased a spider. Now I get to beagain surprised. She scurried on my sheet. I recognizedher leggy form and smashed her fatally.Today my quadriceps are compromised. I move with stiffness; … Continue reading

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On the Best Teacher

Without a doubt the teacher I remember most of allwas given like a present in 5th grade.The man was smart, creative, wise, and I can still recallsome ways and means his teaching plan displayed: Like dictionary racing for a wordthat … Continue reading

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Critical

Disdainful of the plotting and for sureembarrassed at what scripts make actors do,I guess I can’t take zany any more –at least not movies streaming billed as new.Becoming a curmudgeon? At my core,I don’t believe those syllables ring true.Instead I … Continue reading

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On the Threshold of Wisdom

I’m trying when I transit through a doorto whisper to myself encouragement.My kid says stepping on another floorcan reset active memory. I’m benttoday on bending better, and what’s more,I’m not averse to stretching my extent.It’s worth a week’s attempt. It’s … Continue reading

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Dundasana

A spine’s a stick but mine feels petrified,unlimber in the lumbar, and the neckresists smooth move like it’s solidified –the top and bottom of my rod’s a wreck.I’m tired of the cautions I have triedbut not about to quit them. … Continue reading

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Denial

She voiced opinion, and she made it strong,but couldn’t elevate it to correct.She always hikes her tone when she is wrong,so much it’s come to be what I expect.She has no clue how it was to belongin me – no … Continue reading

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View from a Bus Stop

Too bad the bus is 16 minutes out,but walking doesn’t seem advised to do –this pain at base of spine is not a shout,but whispers so persistently I’m throughwith further ambulation. And it’s truethis bench is nice and so’s the … Continue reading

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