Author Archives: sputterpub

Travel Day

A nervous voyager, I always risebefore it’s necessary, so insteadof tapping my adrenaline suppliesI get to practice patience in my head.Already packed, no puzzles to surprise,lunch made and linens taken off the bed,I’m sitting in a blue upholstered chair,and contemplating … Continue reading →

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Unteaching

A day of listening produced new thought.I spent it with my darling talk-starved kid.As soon as I inclined to speak, I caughtmyself, and paused to let her fill the spacebetween us. That relaxed me some, and broughta bit of happy … Continue reading →

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Sanctuary Thoughts

In public meditation Friday night,two motivations soon arose in me:accepting age’s change to feel all right,and helping others triumph presently.To work to comprehend fragility,adopt a goal protective, thorough, smart,and listen to each loved one patiently –describes the message mind received … Continue reading →

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Early Spring

A wave of warmer weather washed our coast,but now we went to winter once again.The gardens grow new green and grace, but mostthe flowers of the fruit trees fell. A fenof gutter water gathers, and a ghostmosquito-sounding strikes my hearing … Continue reading →

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Strange Estrangement

I’d rather you not tell your partner my negative news.But I don’t intend to request that you muzzle your speech.So I guess I’ll keep my own counsel, and play my own bluesso softly no murmurs your brotherly eardrums will reach.

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Well, Unwell

The test results I read have knocked me some.My posture and my exercise inclinedme to assume, although I know that’s dumb.But I did not expect the rig to findhip bones appropriate for flight. I’m numb,and need some time to set … Continue reading →

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Good Chance Encounter

I used a bus I rarely ride to getsome miles south and west. The trip was lessthan lovely – crowded, noisy – but it letme off with extra time at the address.Exploring then, I saw a route and setmy exit … Continue reading →

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The Witness

The birthday gifts two weeks ago, too muchto be acknowledged by a 4-year oldwho only longed to play with each, were suchan overload that no adult controlled,that this one was ignored – it felt no touch,got set aside. While shapes … Continue reading →

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Adjectival

When I said “spastic,” it was my attemptto flavor a machine that stuttered soit failed to work. She leapt then to pre-emptsuch talk, for she’s a doc who doesn’t knowthat literary license might exemptsuch vivid use of language. I won’t … Continue reading →

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Some Minutes More

It’s not my home, but I’ve some moments morealone with wine and book, before I seefour party people toting atmosphereof almost 8 and one no longer 3.Of course I love their happy energy,but I appreciate some minutes moretill I’m beset … Continue reading →

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