Author Archives: sputterpub

Body Language

I ventured on an extra little strolltwo days ago, to use up half an hourspare, and buy a snack while on a rollof energy. I figured I could wearthe sandals engineered to lift my soleand cushion shock, this long since … Continue reading

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A Longer Slower Way Around

When I was in my prime, I used to askmyself each morning what I had to do –what couldn’t be delayed? Which timely taskrequired my attention, and when through,just how would I reward accomplishment?What treat would I enjoy when I … Continue reading

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Up Garber

I hurt my foot and backed off walking much.I missed it, but my age I don’t forget.Now after several weeks I’m back in touchwith stamina – I know I’m not dead yet.I’m lengthening my effort lately, suchthat I decided yesterday, … Continue reading

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I’m Not the Kind

“I’m not the kind of person who does that”a dear friend often says, and every timemy brain a little wonky goes, our chatderailed a moment as within I chimewith “Kind? Are you a template? A format?”A person is a person. … Continue reading

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Fact/Fantasy

I first discovered Greek mythologywhen I was 12, permitted on my ownto Saturday-ransack the library,and cycle home with books to read alone.Outside or in my room with fantasy,I was content, inspired, charmed and well.I’d moved from fairy tales and soon … Continue reading

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Bad Family

Imagine Mom abed at 70,a drinker all her life and smoking still,who spoiled both her kids, so presentlyone’s slowly dying and the other willa little later, yes, but all can seethe path is clear for alcohol to kill.Each one’s alone … Continue reading

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Moderating L & K

While this one lacks self-confidenceand that one’s is extreme,I hope my own is in a healthy state.They neither want intelligence,they’ve ample self-esteem,but I’d have each attempt to modulate. Then L would not apologizefor doing no one wrong,and K might manifest … Continue reading

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Local Love

With gratitude I look around todayat nothing local loud, abrupt or rude.There’s no event or torment here, I saywith gratitude. Asked if I’m looking forward and imbuedwith eagerness for family and play,in truth that doesn’t really fit my mood. But … Continue reading

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Some Loveliness

A little stale becomes my poetryif I too often write that senses pale,and how fatigue retards my energy:a little stale. It isn’t news that sinews start to failthis many years beyond maturity.There’s rarely fuel or wisdom mined from “ail.” On … Continue reading

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A Gentle No

Encountering a canvasser outsidemy neighbor’s door, a woman tall and old,who offered talk and postcard, I repliedwith “No” and gently said I’d not withholdthat card from the recycle bin. “I’m friedfor now with politics, my stress controlledby abstinence. I’ll re-engage … Continue reading

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