Author Archives: sputterpub

Cool Summer

Posted on August 13, 2023 by sputterpub

The office for my home’s a wooden shed,with outlets and sufficient window glassbut little insulation. Comfort’s fedelectrically, by heater or by fan.The former is to warm my hands and headall winter long. The fan makes breeze from Juneto autumn – … Continue reading →

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Forever Fall

Posted on August 12, 2023 by sputterpub

It doesn’t take that long to sweep what dropsfrom branches of the eucalyptus tree,but lately leaf- and bark-fall never stops –each day a new assortment’s there to see.Attractive and provocative to me,enticing tidiness about my home,I daily gather, and they’re … Continue reading →

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Wisdom Discount

Posted on August 11, 2023 by sputterpub

I gave up cannabis a while ago.I had to stop all smoking, and what’s more,the high was unreliable. I knowsome other ways to take it in, but vapeinduced a cough, and gummies didn’t showa benefit I could appreciate.My wisdom discount … Continue reading →

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You’re Always Tired

Posted on August 10, 2023 by sputterpub

You’re always tired now. We understand.You’re nearly 98, and what’s requiredis rest, although that isn’t what you planned.You’re always tired. We wish these slowing changes had inspiredsome thoughtfulness, a little self-command,but you’d as soon return to feeling wired. So you … Continue reading →

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Geriatric Insomnia

Posted on August 9, 2023 by sputterpub

If I were you I wouldn’t fret so much –I’d never let insomnia affectmy attitude. I’d try to get in touchwith rest by inspiration. I’d expectto soothe with meditation, breath and such.I wouldn’t toss until my sheets were wrecked,or seek … Continue reading →

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Parsimony

Posted on August 8, 2023 by sputterpub

The dowager becomes more miserlywith every year that’s passed. Although her wealthincreases from compound longevity,and she sustains most limb and organ health,her gift for giving dims more than her sight;her spending’s lost more volume than her ears.For holidays she writes … Continue reading →

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Train Sound

Posted on August 7, 2023 by sputterpub

I wonder why I heard the train today.Inversion in the atmosphere can bringthe whistle from the tracks that edge the bay,but weathermen have not said anythingof variance. The rails are miles away(like two point five by crow or seagull wing).The … Continue reading →

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Snicks

Posted on August 6, 2023 by sputterpub

We made the cookies early Saturday.Participants were two years old and six.They measured solids carefully the waywe read, while I creamed sugar with the sticksof butter, to the texture of wet clay.Our bowl soon held a yummy perfect mixwe rolled … Continue reading →

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Passiflora

Posted on August 5, 2023 by sputterpub

By planting passionflower once, I foundI didn’t like its ranginess – the wayits branches climbed in clusters from the groundand how it dominated the displaymy trellis offered, crowding till it crownedthe young wisteria in spring’s array.I pulled that passionflower vine … Continue reading →

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Mystery Roost

Posted on August 4, 2023 by sputterpub

I started hearing hoots a week ago –an evening croon from somewhere up abovethat penetrated consciousness to throwattention from TV to trees I love.I couldn’t guess at first. I didn’t knowwho spoke, except it was no mourning dove.I haven’t seen … Continue reading →

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