Author Archives: sputterpub

Smelling

At 4 a.m. I stirred and sensed the stingof musk from neighbor skunks invade my sleep.I saw the pair at 7 and, next thingI knew, the reek again began to seepinto my cottage. I don’t try to keepthe creatures off … Continue reading

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Fray-cation

A week ago, an easy week commenced.Except for Tuesday, nothing filled my plate.I felt no claims I’d rather have dispensedwith: nothing asked of me that couldn’t wait.I might have learned how to procrastinate,but I don’t have the patience to delay.My … Continue reading

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Good Evening

If I assumed this posture every night,my knees might lock; my power bill might soar.But after being out since noon, the sightof hearth and feel of warmth are goodness morethan candy, presents, even candlelight.I gaze at hand-knit socks, and in … Continue reading

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Keys

Attention to some inattention nowbecomes a treatment I prescribe today.The recent past implies I’m losing howto survey home before I go away.Appliance on, a bolt unthrown, conveythe message reinforced to some degreesthat though at large I’m managing okay,I have to … Continue reading

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Silvergrass

We saw the tented house across the streetthree days ago, when heading with a friendto lunch. The draping figures in defeatof residential insects. To defendone’s home from infestation’s now completedisruption; human dwellers must contendat distance, while they let a toxin … Continue reading

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Losing It

It doesn’t rise to OCD, to checkagain that tasks, on leaving home, are done.I never left an iron on, to wreckmy place, but every now and then I’ll runback to find power use or, what the heck,a door unlocked? So … Continue reading

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December 30

The office afternoon today is allmy calendar’s recording for this week.The uncommitted hours form a sprawllike downy carpeting toward what I seek.I’ve half a dozen days, to overhaulprecisely nothing. Maybe I’ll bespeaka gentle outline for the coming year,to help me … Continue reading

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35 Years Late(r)

My dream was cinematic Thursday night.It showed at least a middle and an end.Protagonistically, I did all right,and as I dawned awake I caught a trend.I’d paused in dream to give time passing might.I leaned to learn, commenced to comprehendI … Continue reading

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Bad Neighbors

Five households have to dump our garbage here.At times abuse can dig beneath my skin,especially at move-out time of yearor Yule, which is the tide that we’re now in.Today I lift the lid and see – oh dear,a mass of … Continue reading

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Good Timing

On Christmas Day, midday, I traveled east,from company and glee to solitude.I felt the love but, still, to be released,released in me sweet thanks quite unpursued.The sky shone blue although the chance increasedfor storm. I walked the empty streets and … Continue reading

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