Category Archives: Cognition

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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Tunnel Vision

Posted on April 8, 2020 by sputterpub

My best friend’s friend, a woman known to thrive until this year’s retirement, declares that everyone she knows past sixty-five has lost at least a little brain. She swears it looking husband-ward, at hers and those of half a dozen … Continue reading →

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Sad Anger

Posted on April 1, 2020 by sputterpub

My son was almost three when I got sick enough for surgery and weeks away. I ached for him – if I had had my pick, they would have brought my boy to where I lay. When I came home … Continue reading →

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Flustered at Russell

Posted on March 18, 2020 by sputterpub

Three blocks away three years ago she lost direction. She was driving to my place, and somehow her location wires crossed. She called me, flustered. I began a race to her on foot. I said, “Stay where you are,” and … Continue reading →

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Slippage

Posted on March 9, 2020 by sputterpub

I always wanted to remember time. I’ve trained a natural talent to recall by taking notes in diaries and rhyme, and narrating my memories to all. Specific moments I have tried to freeze with photographs or lists I made in … Continue reading →

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Puttering

Posted on March 5, 2020 by sputterpub

Perusing I-Can-Read books with my friend (who’s nearly 3 years old), he likes of late the Putter works. And though Sam will pretend to be a monkey, he won’t imitate the characters encountered in those books. The stories feature neighbors … Continue reading →

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