Category Archives: Personality

Time Lapse

Posted on September 10, 2020 by sputterpub

I wrote this poem a week ago, when Iwas moving slowly, woefully depressed.I woke again to ashen air, white sky,and blue within. Of course I was distressedby politics, infection, how we’ve messedwith planetary goods. We fail. We’re toast.Rebounding with no … Continue reading →

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Routine Change

Posted on September 7, 2020 by sputterpub

I bought my bike in 1985,and soon I took to riding every dawn(I’d left the hospital. I aimed to thrive).It had a reading rack. I fed each yawnwith coffee from a shelf beside my arm.The exercise was nothing hard to … Continue reading →

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Build Back Better

Posted on August 24, 2020 by sputterpub

I almost died when I was 35; emergencies and error laid me low. But after weeks of pain I was alive – they pulled my tubes the night before I’d go back home, and left me in my sterile cell, … Continue reading →

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Still in My Room

Posted on August 21, 2020 by sputterpub

I wonder was my mother scared of me; I think she was expecting someone less. By far the youngest in her family, she never thought I’d bring her so much stress. I wasn’t good at tractable or sweet. She called … Continue reading →

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COVIDream

Posted on August 9, 2020 by sputterpub

An ordinary nightmare for the young, the one that more experience than not, is dreaming we’re at school one day among our peers, and realizing that we forgot to put on underwear. Anxiety invades us: how to handle vacancy beneath … Continue reading →

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Scaled Down

Posted on August 5, 2020 by sputterpub

“The beatings will continue till morale improves” came into office humor lore when I was young and prone to rationale, and this is what I took from it: The cure for sadness, fret, and most anxiety may be no more … Continue reading →

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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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