Category Archives: Personality

PseudoStops

Posted on July 19, 2020 by sputterpub

I seldom see the good in boundaries; I tend to play at work and work at play. I set a goal, approach it by degrees, but when it’s reached it doesn’t go away. Some friends I love and honor lack … Continue reading →

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War on Entropy

Posted on July 14, 2020 by sputterpub

When I say I love order, I don’t mean I value lines or uniforms or rules. (I’d be an anarchist, except that scene has been usurped by weapon-toting fools.) Obedience has never been my route – impatience my persistent quality; … Continue reading →

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To Mom, My Aunts, and My Girlfriends

Posted on July 12, 2020 by sputterpub

I loved heroic tales when I was small, relating some to princesses, but more to youngest sons and cabin boys and all the challenges encountered. That was pure enchantment for me, so I learned their ways: the kindness to each … Continue reading →

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Claustrophilia

Posted on July 10, 2020 by sputterpub

The deck deserves another waterproof. It should have happened several months ago, before we hunkered down and in, aloof from viral load, from people, shop and show. The bathroom has irregularities the builder meant to fix, or tweak and ease. … Continue reading →

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Fortune’s Child (HA 113 Almost-Pushkin Sonnet)

Posted on July 8, 2020 by sputterpub

What were the odds? My parents had to meet and marry, and have intercourse one night, enjoy a healthy pregnancy, and greet me bearing borne and brimming with delight. Although they erred, they let no one kid-glove me. Abrupt and … Continue reading →

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Hissy Fits (HA 107)

Posted on July 2, 2020 by sputterpub

What is this tendency to not attempt? My mom and BFF both seem the same, the way they fling, as if they were exempt from trying harder. Each will make the claim of age. It’s like she has by now … Continue reading →

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Lint (HA 99 Spenserian Stanza)

Posted on June 24, 2020 by sputterpub

I used the toilet paper I preferred until I couldn’t find it anywhere, when panic/hoarding mounted to absurd degrees, amid coronavirus scare. I bought what roles I found among the rare, more quilted than I like and with more ply. … Continue reading →

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Reiteration (HA 91 Triolet)

Posted on June 16, 2020 by sputterpub

I talked my theories over and again, reiterating like somebody’s dad. It never mattered how I lit, or when – I talked my theories over and again, with movement of my tongue and teeth or pen. Attempts at self-suppression made … Continue reading →

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Delayed Indignation

Posted on April 6, 2020 by sputterpub

I never was submissive, but my aunts and mom and girlfriends acted lady-like. Without insisting that I wear the pants, I power-grabbed and never tried to psych myself into compliant frame of mind. “Who says?” was like an axiom to … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 8 (Rondeau)

Posted on March 25, 2020 by sputterpub

To stay at home has ever been my goal, But now it’s not a case of self-control. I’m ordered to remain inside, like you. They call it quarantine or something new; I say it’s house arrest without parole. Like you … Continue reading →

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