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Excreta

Posted on January 20, 2021 by sputterpub

I like the eucalypt above the deck.I fancy the biota in my yard.But critters make their messes. Squirrels wreckthe seedlings and they piss from high above.The crows I love deface the wood with fleckand splat of poop – tenacious chalky … Continue reading →

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Puzzle Progress

Posted on January 14, 2021 by sputterpub

This jigsaw puzzle’s numerous and hard.I thought I’d quit it if it took me days,but now I’m hooked in table-covered craze. My daughter sent it like a New Year’s card.She bought one for herself and distance-plays.This jigsaw puzzle’s numerous and … Continue reading →

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Big Puzzle Little House

Posted on January 8, 2021 by sputterpub

We build a puzzle every New Year’s Eve.It started in my husband’s parents’ placemore years ago than many will believe,when they were still alive, before disgrace,divorce and scandal altered gatherings.My daughter loves tradition, so she buysa jigsaw puzzle with the … Continue reading →

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Chores

Posted on January 4, 2021 by sputterpub

I’m fortunate. I really shouldn’t rant,but Monday mornings are intense and tough.Committed to long exercise, I can’tbe Sunday sedentary. That’s a roughreality, but add to it the store,for usually I’m mostly out of food.I have to hike an hour to … Continue reading →

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Winterized Garden

Posted on December 31, 2020 by sputterpub

It took until December for the treesto lose their leaves. We’ve had a little rainthat brought down ash – particulate debrisfrom all the awful fires of the fall.The daytime peaks at 59 degreesand, finally, we’ve turned the sprinklers off.We don’t … Continue reading →

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No Colds

Posted on December 28, 2020 by sputterpub

A year ago I thought I caught a cold,except it never moved the way mine do.Bronchitis didn’t come. My body toldme virus penetrated, moving throughmy upper torso to pollute my gut.I’m old and never felt that way till then.It took … Continue reading →

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A First World Problem

Posted on December 18, 2020 by sputterpub

Entitled and intelligent, I blurt(so fortunate I really can’t complain),that even first world problems carry hurt –if one’s alive one senses: pain is pain. So I will mention (softly, like a mouse),that though I love my hermitage, I learnI need … Continue reading →

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The Boy and the Bullock

Posted on December 16, 2020 by sputterpub

I heard a story once, about a boywho hoisted in the air a newborn bull,determined to each morning re-employhis muscles as the bullock grew. At fullsize he would surely raise the beast, he thought.That attitude seemed accurate to me.But long … Continue reading →