Category Archives: Love

Pre-Grief

Posted on October 25, 2020 by sputterpub

I sought by Internet. I tried to trackhim down in Google, Facebook, and obit.I recollect the coronary plaquehe once confessed, and hypertension pills.Conjecturing about a heart attackor COVID, I began assuming death.But then he called. I had no time to … Continue reading →

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CGG

Posted on October 24, 2020 by sputterpub

About a quarter century ago,I met a man amusing and so smartI wanted to be with him, even thoughhe packed a gun and phobias. My heartindulged him through some mania and rants,but we were not in sync. We dulled to … Continue reading →

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Life Surprises

Posted on September 23, 2020 by sputterpub

I always thought I’d marry and give birth,but didn’t know I’d wed at 22.And though we didn’t plan, one New Year’s mirthproduced a Virgo girl with eyes of blueand ash-blonde hair, like no one in my clan.When 5 years passed … Continue reading →

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Hearing What Was Said

Posted on August 27, 2020 by sputterpub

He said he feared she’d figure out just what a duck he is. His language cracked her can with doubt and flattened all the fizz. Her second self-described as tense and though she disagreed, the stress with him waxed so … Continue reading →

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A Little Adult

Posted on August 23, 2020 by sputterpub

I told my toddler buddy he’d be four next time he has a birthday. He replied “and will I be a grownup then?” (Mature for forty months, he’s lately working on the values of our common number lore). “I’m happy … Continue reading →

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By Request

Posted on August 8, 2020 by sputterpub

She’s known me rather well for 50 years. She understands I seldom take advice or listen to suggestions. Mostly nice and rational, my willful temper rears when anybody states how I should spend my time or modulate my tone of … Continue reading →

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The Last Time I Die

Posted on July 9, 2020 by sputterpub

I doubt my death will be a pretty sight; I’ve lived too long to make a lovely corpse. Most likely I’ll be in a bed, and might be looking like the sort of beast that warps a grandson’s dream to … Continue reading →

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Outing (HA 102 Tanka)

Posted on June 27, 2020 by sputterpub

We both feel anxious about being together after months at home but as we start to amble we recollect our humor

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Missing You (HA 52 Ovillejo)

Posted on May 8, 2020 by sputterpub

I’m sick of this – to leave my place I mask my face. The social berth is six feet wide, or stay inside. It’s harder than mere loneliness without your kiss. I’m tough but what I really miss are days … Continue reading →

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Granding

Posted on January 20, 2020 by sputterpub

I loved a rubber doll when I was five so fervently that I would bite her head. I always knew the toy was not alive – my passion didn’t harm her, but it bred in me awareness that emotions could … Continue reading →

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