Author Archives: sputterpub

Test Walk

I’m testing walking prudently today.Instead of 60 minutes, I will busand promenade a quarter hour, say,and I won’t quibble with my age, or cussabout a change that may not go away.I’ll choose supportive shoes with zero fuss.In truth my status … Continue reading

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Sketchy

My memories of childhood are strong.I recollect from 3 to 13 morethan family or friends, but I am wrongat times about vignettes I pictured surefrom later years. It may have been the weed,the start of multi-tasking, classes, peers,but days conflate … Continue reading

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Detection

I almost can’t detect the twinge today.Four weeks since I misstepped but didn’t fall,I’m sure the injury will go away,but less that I can ever make the haulon foot in wear that used to cool-conveyme half a year. I have … Continue reading

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Persistent Litter

I used to always wear my hair cut short,but Covid made me change my strategy,for after it proceeded for a quart-er year without a sign of brevity,I turned away from seeking a salon.I let my tresses lengthen, bought my haira … Continue reading

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Any Day But…

A very merry unearth day, to you, and you,is senseless a la Lewis Carroll – true.To celebrate what you’re supposed to dois slash-and-burn or colonize a few?Effective as a Meatless Monday spew,attempting to awaken someone whois fatally attached to stupid … Continue reading

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Old Skin

A little burn that took 12 days to healhas left its object cured and looking well.The targeting attack was no big deal –2 applications marked but didn’t swelland didn’t hurt – a scab had to congealand guard each stimulated healthy … Continue reading

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Gauge

Regardless of the calendar, I thinkthat spring begins when I hear sprinklers spray.The system’s set to let the garden drink3 times a week, and as of yesterday,its switch is flipped to operate the wayintended: early morning; minutes – 10.If winter’s … Continue reading

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Just Check it Out

Just check it out, if you are into games.If you love art in vibrant hues that shout,if you’re enchanted by Teutonic names,just check it out. Developed by some talents now aboutfive decades old and burnished in life’s flames,their field’s a … Continue reading

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Weird

There used to be an umlaut on the “i”I read somewhere, and two beats in the word.The origin meant “wayward.” To applythat knowledge, when I saw it what I heardin mind was “way-erd.” That would satisfygood spelling, for “i,e” would … Continue reading

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Desultory

I’d made it past mid-century. My storywas more than halfway spun when I employeda word I’d only read – said “desultory”with accent wrong. I laughed, for I enjoyedthat token youthfulness. When I was tenI mispronounced determine “dee-ter-mine.”It tickled me that … Continue reading

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