Category Archives: Love

Second Person

Posted on November 2, 2024 by sputterpub

I screened a dream vignette the other night,a nondescript adventure, and a faceI never saw before. Without delightor deep intrigue we shared a brief embracebefore I woke, in some familiar place.I rose a little hungry for more view,receptive and adjusted … Continue reading →

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Fridays at 6

Posted on November 1, 2024 by sputterpub

There’s quiet satisfaction that I feelas soon as they come running through the door.Their energy is boundless, coursing, real,and I sit back, receiving hugs and more.High-pitched their voices greet me with a peal,for they are nearly 8 and almost 4.And … Continue reading →

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A Silent Battle Over Setting Up the Coffee Maker

Posted on August 30, 2024 by sputterpub

Although they met and promptly set about to fall in love,and he behaved as if he’d saved his vigor for a shovetoward firm embrace and gaze in face like fairy tales of yore,in point of fact their marriage pact was … Continue reading →

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Ex-Dream

Posted on June 23, 2024 by sputterpub

I dreamt last night of one who passed awaysome time ago. In sleep I saw and heardhis face, his voice. And strong I longed to sayforgotten phrases that would be absurd,for I have learned, surviving to today,how impotent and vain … Continue reading →

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Empathology

Posted on June 5, 2024 by sputterpub

I disagree with everyone, and yet,they all seem close to perfect when I lookat challenges and stresses. I forgeteach flaw if I consider how I’d brookhis pain and her neurosis. For I betconfronted with their presents, I’d unhookmy any tether … Continue reading →

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Realization

Posted on May 28, 2024 by sputterpub

I often try imagining how youare sensing now, or what it is to besomebody else. But I don’t have a cluehow it feels to be clinically depressed.Although I can be low at times, or blue,my serotonin levels must be good.So … Continue reading →

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Amputation

Posted on May 18, 2024 by sputterpub

Remembering a woman 40 yearsago, who birthed a daughter long-desired,and then confessed to me, voice choked with tears,she couldn’t love the baby as required…It wasn’t that she’d harm the child – no –but deep attachment didn’t fill her soul.Two years … Continue reading →

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Getting Together

Posted on May 13, 2024 by sputterpub

In person is more suitable than phone.We get along so well when face to face.We both enjoy our habitats aloneand daily chat, but when I leave my placeand you do too, we meet and neither’s thrownby attitude. It isn’t an … Continue reading →

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Grudging

Posted on April 26, 2024 by sputterpub

Conversing with my brother, we recalledoccasions when a loved one acted poorly:the time a sibling of the bride appalled;or when his wife tried hurting my kid sorely.I mentioned mine has not yet overhauledher heart to allocate forgiveness surely.Our tone was … Continue reading →

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A Personal Tragedy in 3 Acts

Posted on April 24, 2024 by sputterpub

The baby triggered his pathology(or that’s the way his arc appears from here).Her birth engendered protectivity,erecting walls that ceiled the atmosphere,that met in peaks to close off light and air,and when the breathless spouse declared them done,the wound re-opened (one … Continue reading →

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