Author Archives: sputterpub

Confidence (Again)

Of course I’ve tried to change behavior morethan once, and more than once I’ve likewise failed.What felt like stubbornness then made me sureto try again – I’m worth the work entailed.But I’ve seen others flunk and hit the floor –they … Continue reading

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Treethanasia

I didn’t think the tree at all diseased.It reared among four others on the field.But walking by last week, my sight was seizedby several guys with ropes that they unreeled,supporting one so high his harness teasedthe sky, his shape by … Continue reading

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Confidence

It may be confidence that powers meto venture on a course with diligence.It’s other than will power, certainly;it may be confidence. It doesn’t hurt to have experiencewith earlier campaigns, but presentlyI think success comes mostly from a sense that self … Continue reading

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The Device

Perhaps it’s chance – no sooner did I plugthe gadget in my kitchen outlet thanall signs of critters stopped, without a drugor any hunting/trapping/moving plan.The scritching in the night and morning spancut off. Coincidence, or this device?No pest control need … Continue reading

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The Bite

Some creature must have targeted my wrist.I noticed nearly 14 days agoa quarter-size of redness. Something kissedthat didn’t feel mosquito-ish. I knowit might have been a spider. They insiston thriving here this time of year. The showof red diminishes with … Continue reading

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Warning

In dream I acted an entitled bitch.In fact I don’t veer very much that way,but am I wholly lacking a trait whichI criticize in some and might displaya microbit at times? It’s time to switch –I rose with aim and … Continue reading

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A Good ‘Hood

I have some friends on waiting lists to moveto units built for over-55.I understand convenience and approveof choice but think, as long as I’m alive,I’ll opt to live among diversityin all respects, but most of all in years.The young around … Continue reading

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Bookless

My Kindle’s fully charged, but not with me.Now I must bus and train and bus without.I have a phone app but it’s hard to see.I feel too well to voice complaints aboutthis lack. It gives me opportunityto veer from habit, … Continue reading

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Remediation

The noise above my ceiling bothers me.I’m used to seeing animals outside;I like the avian activity,the skunks are cute, opossums I abide.The squirrel vandals and the racoon shitI tolerate – this yard I think’s as muchtheir home as mine, and … Continue reading

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Setting a Low Bar

The ℞ for today is laying low –my hips are tight; my shoulders now complain.My stamina for walking says to slowit down, and here’s a Thursday to refrainfrom any extra effort. I’ll regainmy vigor soon – right now I’ll give … Continue reading

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