Author Archives: sputterpub

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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The Other C Word

I think (and hope) this cold is nearly done.My nose still runs and I’ve low energy,but aim to travel west today for funwith birthday-celebrating family.And 5 days hence I’ll fly so I can bewith Oregonians I long to kiss.So, yes, … Continue reading →

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A Week Before Travel

Ten years ago, it took a day or twofor head colds to progress from throat to nose.But owing now to age or maybe newvariety of virus, most a weekof drippy throat besets before I brewvoice-changing clog and heated heavy head.Right … Continue reading →

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Path Lamps

Presented to me several months ago,I didn’t think I needed them, and yet,fraternal acts protecting me are soadorable I stored without regretthe box, and last week other brother setthem up along the path that fronts my gate.Malfunction two days later … Continue reading →

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Unwise Play

To win the daily challenge solitaire,I had to make two moves I deemed unwise.That’s come to be a metaphor for wheredirect does not prevail. I think AI’sgrown capable of forecasting all triesin solo play, but can’t anticipatewhen plural play is … Continue reading →

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Tuesday Trivia

It isn’t that I’m ill or feeling bad.Most things are going well. I’m getting restand needs are met, but lately I have hadsome incidents online that turned me stressedto telephone and text, and they’ve compressedmy meditations and deflected meto staggered … Continue reading →

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