Author Archives: sputterpub

Kinder Grad

Matriculation is a minor ritewhen marking elevation to first grade.Free choice, a film, and donuts were delight,according to reports. The students played,the teacher sat – all suitably “last-dayed.”And though his folks expected he would grieveat change, it wasn’t sadness he … Continue reading

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Inner Healing

I wonder sometimes if I can exertan influence on how my insides mend.It doesn’t seem outlandish to assert(or theorize, at least) that to intendsincerely can’t do ill, to heal a hurt.I pilot vigor and attempt to sendgood where I need … Continue reading

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Dogwood

Asserting dogwoods don’t grow locally(he said they need a winter freeze to bloom),I countered with how many I can seearound my neighborhood. I don’t presumeto knowledge (though my cranium has roomfor more, I’ll never be a botanist),but now my walks … Continue reading

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The Mien

A mien recalls someone I used to knowwho shared my bus and talked incessantly.It isn’t she, but likeness triggers flowof shuttered stuttered dormant memory.I found her boring then and didn’t seea reason to befriend her, view her placeor show her … Continue reading

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The Disconnect

There seems to be substantial disconnectbetween the news and my experience.Reports on screen will lead one to expectrude violence amounting to immense.The smash-and-grabs, the muggings, all the gunsnow commonplace, group looting, road rage, morethey say is rife, while panic phrasing … Continue reading

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A Blue Light Glows

A blue light glows I never saw before,although I pay attention to what showson every inch of ceiling, wall and floor –a blue light glows. I can’t assume it’s new. I don’t supposea range hood can evolve or mutate – … Continue reading

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Enough Already

Last week I had to rest my foot so much,that though I read and screened, and tried to findsome ways to use time well and stay in touchwith news, I’d little other on my mindthan getting back to walking. That … Continue reading

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While Icing

On Tuesday last, before I left my place,I iced my slowly-mending foot again.I thought the wound was healing, but the paceof my recovery was dismal-slow.I had to be upright to wash my face,to brush my teeth, to necessary-walk.My age retards, … Continue reading

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For the Record

The benefit to penning notes like these(most days a rhyming form of diaries)is I can scan the posts I’ve left behind,and let those metered syllables remindme clearly of a symptom suffered, whichI thought might be forever. So the itchpersistent on … Continue reading

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Static Strategy

What can I do, when weather’s cold and grayalthough we’ve passed the very end of May,and age requires weeks instead of daysto mend a little injury? Just praisemy fortune that I have this cozy home,the leisure to compose a little … Continue reading

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