Author Archives: sputterpub

A Little Late to Look

I ran a little errand yesterday –a morning amble to secure a snack.Outside the house, on sidewalk, feet awayfrom driveway, stood a suitcase, handle upand wheels below, abandoned I would say,like luggage airports warn us to avoid.The text was sent … Continue reading

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Forgetful to Rest

I stayed up past my normal time last night.My eyelids didn’t droop, although the bookI started failed to grab me with the rightdescription, action, concept. I retirednot so tired, turning off the lightand taking half an hour to drift off.Now … Continue reading

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True Lies

My friend admits she told a lot of lies –some social, many hiding feeling shame.She says she’s learned – at 70, she triesto tell “her truth” to each. I watch her claimshe won’t retreat, now honesty’s her goal.But sometimes lesson-learners … Continue reading

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Trumpets

Heralding summerthe blossoms trumpet southwardto the morning light

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Cervical Theory

For years I suffered regular neck pain –I thought it stemmed from all the office phone.It seemed that yoga made the ache abstain –I’ve seldom felt it lately, like the boneor tendon wasn’t under that old strain.But working crosswords yesterday, … Continue reading

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Loose Ends

I’m at loose ends today, and it feels greatnot knowing where my stamina extends.I listen to a prompt to meditate.I’m at loose ends. The kids away, I have spare time that bendsaround my healing arm, my foot, all freight.Discarding every … Continue reading

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The Shiner

I picked her up to comfort her. That’s howI earned my latest injury this year.Her toddler head collided with my brow,and overnight a shiner did appear.It’s like I’m wearing purple shadow now –my outer upper eyelid has a smearof bruise … Continue reading

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Cover Up

For over 16 years, this eastern wallhas kept a neighbor’s yard from seeing me.I’ve heard the tenants rowdy, and recallthe time a beer can landed on my deck.But mostly it’s disturbed me not at all,until the owner shared his building … Continue reading

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On Terrestrial Television

I do not miss terrestrial TV(I read the term first-time a week ago).I disconnected very happilylast summer – now I’m streaming every show.The landline left my land – all calls are freefrom wires anywhere a cord can go.For dear as … Continue reading

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Schedule

I used to be at work from 8 to 6.I did a lot each weekday that transpired.And many said I loved my work/life mixso much, I’d never call myself retired.But they misunderstood how task addictsarrange our days – they didn’t … Continue reading

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