Author Archives: sputterpub

Emotion Quotient

Her brain’s too old, her heart too apt to hurt.She’s nothing but emotion, truth be told.She feels her feelings tear, and ought to blurther brain’s too old. She looks to blame someone outside, to holdresponsible in words she doesn’t skirt,a … Continue reading

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Loco-Motion

A person acting crazy rode my trainlast week. I heard her on the platform first.She yelled into her phone enough to straina normal throat, fast-striding as she cursedand ranted, sounding mad and unrehearsed.She boarded and raved on. Now I suspectit … Continue reading

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Adults are Kings

Adults are kings at first – they have to be.At least until the offspring spread their wingsthe parents are omnipotent – kids seeadults are kings. From birth that keeps the children safe, for thingsare hazardous, the rules securityto guard against … Continue reading

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Learning

Obsessive language study lately fillsup time I used to put to poetry. If I have any bucket list, it wills me to acquire bilinguality. I’ve thrice attempted it half-heartedly — in class, through books, at home or restaurant — but … Continue reading

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It Seems to Me

It seems to me, when love is not supplied,although an infant’s fed sufficiently,the baby’s sense of normal’s quantified,it seems to me. A while passes learning how to be;as words and actions are identified,the kid acquires optimistically. So fault must be … Continue reading

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Bin Morons

Well I could write a book about shared bins,that nobody would read, no matter what.The latest wrong, among the neighbor sins,is dumping landfill like it’s greenwaste, butthey have to know their plastic will not rot;they’re students – I assume they … Continue reading

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Solution

I’d like to write today, but need to rest.A mystery of decades may relax,and offer up a pattern to suggesta pathway through a maze that’s paved with facts.A recent recollection has impressed,illuminating myriad attacks.I want to take a day to … Continue reading

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Amputation

Remembering a woman 40 yearsago, who birthed a daughter long-desired,and then confessed to me, voice choked with tears,she couldn’t love the baby as required…It wasn’t that she’d harm the child – no –but deep attachment didn’t fill her soul.Two years … Continue reading

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Done

Her misinterpretation is so gross,the cause could be stupidity or, worse,perhaps it’s really meanness and a doseof insecure amounting to a cursethat’s warped her view and obviated closerelationship. Love shuttered to reverse.The pearl devolved – became a grain of grit … Continue reading

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Escorting

Accompanying nearly 99to co-absorb the words the doctor said,I think we helped. We didn’t hear her whine,and when we saw confusion take her head,we acted as interpreters insteadof letting miscommunication stand.Our aim is not more years until she’s dead,but maybe … Continue reading

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