Category Archives: Cognition

Being Me (Then)

Posted on December 12, 2019 by sputterpub

To tell the truth, I’ve had some lonely nights, an adolescence frustrating and long, a prime so stressed and busy that delights were interrupted, sacrificed to strong responsibilities, or else occurred but didn’t meet anticipation then. Oh there were dismal … Continue reading →

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Being Me (Now)

Posted on December 11, 2019 by sputterpub

I’ve met depression in my closest friends; I know it isn’t sadness but disease. I had to stretch to sense how gloom descends on them, and colonizes energies, while I appear to teem with neural wealth (my serotonin levels must … Continue reading →

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Familiar

Posted on November 5, 2019 by sputterpub

I hang out with a toddler twice a week. I focus on him focusing on sights, expressing feelings, learning how to speak, reducing naps for longer sleep at nights. I’m also spending hours, now and then, with stroke recovery. At … Continue reading →

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Not Neuro

Posted on August 19, 2019 by sputterpub

Perambulating, sometimes I ignore the views I’m walking through. I organize my errands, screen a daydream, focus more inside than on the scenes before my eyes. Returning to what’s present, I’ve been known to wonder where I’ve wandered. I forgot … Continue reading →

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Listage

Posted on January 21, 2019 by sputterpub

I used a monthly planner till a year ago, when I cut back as office thrall. I bought a tiny calendar but near misplaced it in my bag, it was so small. Selecting something bigger now, I got a sturdy … Continue reading →

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Mr. B’s Phonograph

Posted on July 30, 2018 by sputterpub

One day when I was ten and in 5th grade, the teacher spun a record for us all. I can’t remember what the needle played, but I can see the phonograph – a small appliance on a table in the … Continue reading →

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Sot

Posted on July 17, 2018 by sputterpub

I want to like her but she drinks too much, and isn’t near as fun to be around as she must think she is. She’s apt to touch me needlessly, repeat herself, expound on criticisms victims overhear, embarrass me and … Continue reading →

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Bad Driver

Posted on July 9, 2018 by sputterpub

You’ve always been unfocused when you drive. It can’t be blamed on age or your disease. The wonder is you’ve managed to survive with jerky hands and eyes. Activities requiring close attention never suit your empathetic gifts for social good. … Continue reading →

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Zero

Posted on June 25, 2018 by sputterpub

Remembering a comic who assured us if we all agreed to not have kids, then we could trash the place, embrace absurd, and advocate what courtesy forbids, I wonder have we reached that era now, without restraining reproduction’s yield? Are … Continue reading →

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Epi (A Preposition)

Posted on May 24, 2018 by sputterpub

When I was young, I always looked ahead. Anticipating power when I grew, as soon as I knew one day I’d be dead I started listing things I had to do before my end: have sex with more than one; … Continue reading →

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