Author Archives: sputterpub

Who Makes the Coffee

Posted on February 13, 2024 by sputterpub

Unsexy wrestling matches, tacit, vain, like who worked harder, who dealt with more stress,became a common thread, a dull refrainthat thrummed beneath domestic busyness.What once had been good talking and directcommunication, clouded with subtext.The friendship love had led us to … Continue reading →

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Getting Down

Posted on February 12, 2024 by sputterpub

My mother can’t get down upon the floor,and up again is even harder still.She’s 98 – you’re 70 plus 4 –the exercise is not a test of skill.It takes exertion that needs more of willthan sinew. Don’t surrender easily.Make up-and-down … Continue reading →

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Pointless

Posted on February 11, 2024 by sputterpub

I paid attention to his words. Four yearsago he wouldn’t stay at home. He saidalthough he loved his partner, he had fearsestrangement could develop. So instead,he opted for the office, ate his breadmid-day alone, and registered no lack.His story now … Continue reading →

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Receptivity

Posted on February 10, 2024 by sputterpub

Reiterating (as he’s wont to do),he wondered how cartoonists can createan opus every day. He likes to chewold questions, aimless, when he could insteadattempt a daily project, so he knewthat practice will cause receptivity.His focus would expand – in, out, … Continue reading →

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Owning the Outing

Posted on February 9, 2024 by sputterpub

An atmospheric river, says the news.My mother, brother, buddies second that.If I were you I’d stay home, they enthuse,but I’m determined I will venture out.The bus and train are running – I can usethem and my feet to visit some … Continue reading →

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Snucco

Posted on February 8, 2024 by sputterpub

They snuck the stucco on one day last week.I must have been away from home – I heardno indication, saw no skilled technique.It’s been a while since I’ve penned a wordabout the houses blocking my obliqueperspective, for this is at … Continue reading →

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Winter Insects

Posted on February 7, 2024 by sputterpub

I dreamt last night of insects in my place.Ten ants supported a mosquito lead.The crawlers visit winters, when a braceof rain befalls, but do mosquitos breedin cold?She tries to buzz my toddler’s face;I execute before the beast can feed.I carefully … Continue reading →

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Tuesday Off

Posted on February 6, 2024 by sputterpub

I like to spend my Mondays home alone.I opted years ago to not commutethat day but work remotely, first by phoneand later email, erranding as well.And even in “retirement,” I’m proneto save the day for me – I see the … Continue reading →

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Winter Sky

Posted on February 5, 2024 by sputterpub

The fact is, we don’t have a big sky here.The ocean ferries clouds and overcast,and though our air is generally clear,we don’t see starscapes like the prairies, grassedand landlocked. We are graced with atmosphereof moist and breezy, line-of-sight not vast.But … Continue reading →

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Perfect Medicine

Posted on February 4, 2024 by sputterpub

Reviewing poems I wrote 2 years ago,recording state of muscles, vigor, skin,and skeleton, those iambs did bestowa roster of impressions on my age.I never guessed, so little did I know,the benefits from yoga every day.At home, at ease, I regain … Continue reading →

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