Author Archives: sputterpub

All Kinds of Kind

An idiot savant is somewhat wise.A child can perceive what many won’t.A moron might be hired to advise.It’s more a case of wherefore than of don’t.Cognition comes in any type of form.Insanity is rarely absolute.And as for nailing down a … Continue reading

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One Morning

Concluding I had too much on my plate,on rising I eliminated some.The temperature was up, I had a datefor lunch, and I was feeling kind of numb.But 90 minutes later, so much freighthad been cleared off I couldn’t feel a … Continue reading

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Synchrony

I bought my cottage 18 years ago.I fancied its seclusion and the site –it nestles in a corner and there growout front varieties of green delight.There’s peace and quiet here till recently.The boundaries by which my place is tuckednow sport … Continue reading

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Ripeness

I must have bought too soon. Each apricotI ate last month was like a tease to me.The color was inviting, but I gotin flavor an imperfect quality.The velvet skin and golden tone was notan indication of sweet pungency.It took until … Continue reading

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Past Problems Present Ploys

I certainly don’t want us to returnto good-old-days when children weren’t heard,and women knew their place and couldn’t earn,and Master was a titulary word.Of mental health we then had much to learn,but consciousness can generate absurddegrees of understanding and excuse,cascading … Continue reading

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Brother Colleague Friend

A dozen years ago, I put the reinsand office ownership into his hands.Though time and he have changed it, he maintainsa waning practice. And he understandsenough to earn enough to compensatehimself, another, me for daily calland half a day there, … Continue reading

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Combative

Whenever I in speech appreciatea day off after office work or kids,my interlocutor is bound to statethat nothing in my circumstance forbidsdevoting nearly every day to me.And that was even true ere I retired –my busyness is picked deliberately;by diverse … Continue reading

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Alien Aging Lessons

My mother never taught me anythingI valued. She suppressed my every ask,regaled with superstitions, couldn’t bringherself to laughter, ever in a taskor planning more, and even facing death,the only lesson I derive is notto mimic her. I will not waste … Continue reading

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On Broadway

An ordinary Tuesday afternoonexcept for an appointment down the street,I walked six blocks, arrived a little soonand then sat down with whom I chose to meet.Our business took an hour to complete.I thanked the banker and reversed my stroll.The ambience … Continue reading

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Gratuitous Nastiness

It isn’t meet to always voice complaint.I watch you pick minutiae like a sweetconfection you ingest without restraint.It isn’t meet. You needn’t be enraged at someone’s tweet,or accidental overcharge. You taintyour talk with bullying, or snarling bleat. And bolstering your … Continue reading

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