Category Archives: Personality

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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Droughtful

Posted on February 24, 2020 by sputterpub

Perhaps it was my January birth that bred me to adore a winter storm, but I appreciate when rain hits earth, and comfort means to me a haven warm and cozy when it’s pouring cold outside. Each autumn I look … Continue reading →

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Fake History

Posted on February 17, 2020 by sputterpub

My mother’s been impatient and abrupt for all my life, task-driven to extremes. My father harbored passions; he’d erupt with wrath or indignation, but his dreams and deeds were loving – he knew how to teach instilling confidence, inviting thought. … Continue reading →

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Just Two

Posted on February 14, 2020 by sputterpub

I think I always had a closest friend (surveying back to 1955), but I don’t take to groups. I comprehend plurality – communities can thrive – but I don’t ever flourish in a crowd. I find the girls too shrill, … Continue reading →

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Appropriate

Posted on February 7, 2020 by sputterpub

As inappropriate as PJ pants instead of trousers, rancor, public sex, I just as often well-behave by chance as by my own decision. Mom expects passivity and sweetness. Even Dad advises me to shush and not engage. I listen but … Continue reading →

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Them/Us

Posted on February 3, 2020 by sputterpub

Non-binary, my daughter said to me, reporting on her first-born’s recent speech. They want the neuter plural pronoun – he or she will hurt their feelings. Now I reach for comprehension while I try to frame my sentences so noun … Continue reading →

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Super Powers

Posted on January 31, 2020 by sputterpub

(To at Least 5 of my 6 Descendants) You’re passionate. I see and honor it. You feel things deeply and coherently. Your fast reactions are appropriate, but not your forcefulness. Apparently we’re fortunate; we’re anything but numb. Though vehemence may … Continue reading →

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