Author Archives: sputterpub

Unfiltered

My mother never filters her own speechamong her family or closest friends.Whenever I’d correct her and beseechher to speak gentler, she’ll excuse herselfby claiming that such freedoms only reachto those she loves the most. She’ll justifyimpulsive with affection’s guise on … Continue reading

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Wayward

I’m taking stock right now of how I feel.I try to do this every single day,but I’m about to leave, and as I reelamong my body parts, I sense okay.The pains of yesterday have gone away –that tweak in upper … Continue reading

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Transit Sightings

Ahead of me, a woman walks uphill.She’s dressed for exercise, with phone to ear.She angles leftward toward the street, untilshe nears the curb, and then she turns to veerto right and plodding on her way, proceedszigzagging up the street. I … Continue reading

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Kitchen Safety

When I set up my kitchen as a spouseof 23 (the ones before were loosearrangements with my roommates, in a houseor casual apartment – no excuse,but no deliberate acquisition spree),I purchased several powders, I recall,to douse a kitchen fire, should … Continue reading

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Mother Knows Not

So many things my mother said were wrong.I had suspicions early, but I triedobedience at first. It wasn’t longbefore I grew to be dissatisfied.I ran my own experiments – a throngof variance successfully applied.Each step led to another, till my … Continue reading

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My Indolence Goal

Pure indolence is challenging for me.No matter where I am I note a taskinviting some degree of industry,although nobody is around to ask.Today I need to rest. I want to bask.I have no plans, no need to leave my home.I’ll … Continue reading

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Back Attack Again

I’m paying close attention to my back.An area was damaged long ago,and it’s been warning me it might attackmy peace and introduce some pain. I slowmy pace, I bend with care, avoiding wrackand twinge, but sad to say the winces … Continue reading

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Short-Term Debt

Wouldn’t you think it both honest and right,to repay extension of credit so fastyour lender in future will treat you less tightand self-esteem flourishes lively and vast?Wherein is honor if there’s a delaywithout explanation or giving good cause?These are old … Continue reading

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A Bout of Wellness

I won’t assert or blurt, but I’ll recorda temporary state of well in me.I’m currently unhurt – if I could hoardthis soundness, I would try to brew a tonic –my cohort then could give me an awardfor curing their acute … Continue reading

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Ocean Breath

Imagining the ocean drawing back,receding from the shore and pulling sand,and then reversing in a froth attackthat tumbles pebbles on the briny strand,is how I think when breathing deep and full.Inhaling I can sense the ocean’s pull.My exhalation mimics foam … Continue reading

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