Category Archives: Transit

Eclectic Love

Posted on November 8, 2026 by sputterpub

We visited 3 countries and a coast.For 3 to 7 days we lived in each.Amid fine foods and sights, what struck me mostwas adults bending back and forth to teachthe children in their custody, to reachand succor in all tongues, … Continue reading →

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As the Eastern Seaboard Appears in the Airplane Window

Posted on November 7, 2026 by sputterpub

As much as I disdain my nation’s acts,as often as I wince and shake my head,the truth is I was born here, and the factsof my existence and my years have ledme to a love that blossoms with attacksof chauvinistic … Continue reading →

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Old World Produce

Posted on November 6, 2026 by sputterpub

As much as California brags of fruitand vegetables, the produce that I findin England, France, and Spain’s not destituteof freshness, and the flavors all remindme of the best. Their qualities refutethe reputation PR has us primedto bandy like a folk … Continue reading →

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Unaccustoming

Posted on October 9, 2026 by sputterpub

I’ll mute this blog for 20 days or so.Before a streak becomes a bully pest,I’ll pause the pen and so unpen a flowof novel observation. I’ll investattention otherwise and come to knowenvironments as temporary guest.My pack and too my feet … Continue reading →

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Closing In

Posted on October 3, 2026 by sputterpub

We started choosing near a year agothe way we’d celebrate her jubilee.We tossed ideas for places to and fro;across the pond we landed plans for three,and added half a week in NYC(forever fun and pausing on our wayback home). It’s … Continue reading →

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Urban Purple

Posted on October 1, 2026 by sputterpub

I caught these purple people with my phoneas I proceeded Tuesday on my wayto one of three appointments. T-shirts shoneand stature charmed. They seemed to all obeythe lead, and two attendants didn’t swaytheir watch. Perhaps the strollers couldn’t catchthe house … Continue reading →

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5 at 10

Posted on September 20, 2026 by sputterpub

I’ll buy five items in the local storeand tote them home by paces, rail, and street.Replenishing a shelf and crisper drawer,my eating options then will be completefor weekend time and even one day more.It’s probable I’ll still take to my … Continue reading →

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Baggage

Posted on September 3, 2026 by sputterpub

I set up home for comfort, and I loveto linger here, in theory and in fact.This one-room cottage fits me like a glove,and nowhere tops its power to attractmy steps. But coming days and weeks impactmy inclination – I will … Continue reading →

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The Sitting Tree

Posted on July 31, 2026 by sputterpub

I call the office, weekdays, 4 pm.And when I’m in the city at that timeI sometimes stop, cough up commuting phlegm,and perch here where the kids are wont to climb.I adult-talk before I play with them.Today I tag this sitting … Continue reading →

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Old Haunt

Posted on July 4, 2026 by sputterpub

I used to frolic, 60 years ago,on territory rising by the sea.My peers and I meandered high and lowamong old bunkers, scrambling down the screeto wave at waves and harmonize with blowof surf besieging pebbles and debris.I snapped this shot … Continue reading →

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