Author Archives: sputterpub

A Riot of Raccoons

Raccoons are visiting my place of late.In nearly 20 years I’ve seen a few,but never this – a gang of 6 to 8,that tour the trellis, deck and roof. The viewfrom here’s a clutch as they investigate –I snap but … Continue reading

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Folding

It’s easy to be fearful when you’re old.I’ve seen you trip and take two months to mend.You’re likely to stay in more, and beholdexistence through a screen, where headlines bendthe news to terrorize. You feel the coldmore often, and predicted … Continue reading

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Some Slows are Sad

Most folks I know are senior orphans now.The few who have a parent, of my peers,are caring for diminishment – that’s howthe mind and body operate, as yearsapproach a century. Their spheresare shrunk to single rooms, and even we,their kids, … Continue reading

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Attraction Theory

I often wondered why Dad chose our mom,until considering how he was raised.Four sisters and his mother lacked aplomband energy. The only goods they praisedwere money and big jewelry that glazedextremities. Their phobias were vast,and Dad by Mom was probably … Continue reading

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Subtlety

The only friend who reads these posts won’t mindI’m writing how I’m glad she cancelled lunch.I’ve traveled, worked and visited. I’m kindof burned-out interacting. I’ve a hunchI’ll heal at home in solitude, inclinedto read and rest and stretch and do … Continue reading

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Reactivity

When I was young I thought I’d bend the worldto satisfy myself and realize dreams.Arriving at adulthood, I was hurledbeneath the multi-tasking work extremes.In middle-age I modified my schemes,for pathways had eroded into dust.And now I’m old I take time … Continue reading

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Not Yet

No doubt I’ll eulogize her after death,but she’s adhering longer than we dreamed.More tired steadily and short of breath,reduced to traits about which we’ve long screamed,instead of growing softer than she seemedwhen in her prime, she’s meanly concentratingthe qualities I … Continue reading

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Sisters and Bend

We looked at quilts and beadwork Saturday.Although our time included other sights,the textile work and woman-craft held sway,and influenced our thinking several nights.It didn’t make me want to sew the wayit may have pushed her to creative heights,but it was … Continue reading

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Opting Out

I didn’t sleep enough last night, althoughI walked eleven thousand steps before.For that and time alone, I opted “no,”when offered wheels to bike the river shore.I stretched and then I gladly locked the door,eliminated waste and travel grit,relaxed and wrote … Continue reading

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Rabbitbrush

Of rabbitbrush we learned when we enjoyeda 3 day/2 night visit to the realestate that’s called high desert. It’s employedby rabbits as a cover more than meal,and occupies the space that would appealto succulents or cactus down below.With rabbitbrush no … Continue reading

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