Category Archives: Cognition

To Sleep

Posted on July 15, 2020 by sputterpub

I think I like to sleep, but I’m not there to judge; it’s only as I start to fall to slumber, that I’m comfortably aware my latest thoughts are what I can’t recall. As I relax, I set my hands … Continue reading →

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Pretending (HA 110 Sestina)

Posted on July 5, 2020 by sputterpub

It takes a while for catastrophe to be accepted by the human mind. We may react reflexively at once, the way we mindlessly pull back from burn, but full acceptance is a slower deal. At first we try to bargain … Continue reading →

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Hissy Fits (HA 107)

Posted on July 2, 2020 by sputterpub

What is this tendency to not attempt? My mom and BFF both seem the same, the way they fling, as if they were exempt from trying harder. Each will make the claim of age. It’s like she has by now … Continue reading →

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Calibration of Happiness (HA 73)

Posted on May 29, 2020 by sputterpub

I worked for years with somebody so drab and dull, I wondered how her weekends went. For most the Monday lunches she would blab about her social life: how excellent that picnic felt; this party was a blast. But then … Continue reading →

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Frail Memory (HA 63 Curtal Sonnet)

Posted on May 19, 2020 by sputterpub

Remember how we tried to reuse bags? The steps we took avoiding solo drives? Conserving resources for equity, disdaining plastic and employing rags where paper went before, protecting lives of dolphins, reefs of coral majesty? Or are we on the … Continue reading →

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Titling (HA 41 Novelinee)

Posted on April 27, 2020 by sputterpub

For over 40 days I’ve stayed inside, a senior with a bronchial history, and every day since this began, I’ve tried to pen a novel form of poetry. No sooner do I comprehend the drift of rules today for meter, … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 32 (Pushkin Sonnet)

Posted on April 18, 2020 by sputterpub

I used to change my voicemail every day, recording first the date and day of week, informing callers I was not away but mostly locating, by this technique, myself in place and time, and planning, too, the items on my … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 31 (The Jerk Rispetto)

Posted on April 17, 2020 by sputterpub

We told the boys they couldn’t play more games until their room was clean. We didn’t care who worked, what way, or when (the oldest is 13). The Ruler wants our house arrest to end, but first we have to … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 29 (Agoraphobia)

Posted on April 15, 2020 by sputterpub

I used to claim “When I’m asleep I want to stay asleep, and when I am awake I like to linger in that state.” I’d flaunt it like acknowledged truth. I’d even make an ode to praise inertia’s steady touch. … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 25 (The Bop)

Posted on April 11, 2020 by sputterpub

When I was young my mom preferred to say “Because I told you so,” to satisfy my quest for information. She would pay me scant attention in response to Why. My teachers didn’t shut me down that way, but most … Continue reading →

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