Category Archives: Transit

No Air Share

Posted on October 1, 2025 by sputterpub

The two old white guys on the plane near meassumed that I would yield whatever spacethey wanted, though they each moved mindlesslyand neither seemed to have a thoughtful face.But maybe that’s inaccurate – I seesuch lack of focus, every time … Continue reading →

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Filling

Posted on September 28, 2025 by sputterpub

Two pages left, and then I’ll have to findanother little notebook I can takewith me, and transiting express the kindof ideas that meanderings half-bake:impressions I will cook on open mindand temper as I rest from muscle ache.I used to toss … Continue reading →

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Oh No

Posted on September 25, 2025 by sputterpub

It isn’t that I had a task to dothis afternoon. At home I would have readand napped. I had no projects to pursue,but sure I’d have preferred it there insteadof sitting in the airport when time bledas slow as sludge … Continue reading →

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The Short Leg

Posted on September 19, 2025 by sputterpub

Perhaps it’s that I’m used to flights alone,or maybe I’ve not noted how annoyedI’ve been by geriatric hum and groan,but seldom have I separateness enjoyedas much as now: a flit to Germany,my eyes on words, three glasses now deployedin near … Continue reading →

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Salatzen Dut

Posted on September 18, 2025 by sputterpub

Does everyone annoy me? That’s not good…Concluding that it really may be meinstead of others, thinking that I shouldassess my inmost personality,and list the ways I irk my neighborhood,I plan to set that challenge presently.But first I’ll shun complaints and … Continue reading →

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Santander-Bound

Posted on September 17, 2025 by sputterpub

We cruise the Garonne exiting Bordeaux, through water brackish from the salty tides. The dogs ashore are barking as we flow as smooth as satin, for the vessel glides well-stablilized. The wind has ceased to blow. With all aboard each … Continue reading →

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On Niggling

Posted on September 16, 2025 by sputterpub

She leaves each shower condiment ajar.That risks a spill at sea or may dilutethe contents, but I’m opting not to spar.What good would reformation constitute?Reminding her to flush would not go far.Requesting no increase in heat? I’m mute.It isn’t that … Continue reading →

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10th Day Out

Posted on September 15, 2025 by sputterpub

The weather has been cooler than expected.The menu is a challenge to resist.Some flaws in the companion are detected,and naturally some hominess is missed.But nothing fundamental’s in a twist:I have no pains; I’m sleeping well enough.I feel a little growth, … Continue reading →

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Irritation

Posted on September 14, 2025 by sputterpub

I’m sure I must annoy her in a wayor two, but I don’t evidence a moodof testiness, and though I can conveyfatigue with face, I doubt I’m ever screwedin scowl. I don’t balk at attitude –I hardly even note it … Continue reading →

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Docked at Honfleur (A Halfway Point)

Posted on September 13, 2025 by sputterpub

The walks are interesting; I’ve liked each scene.The food is various and sleep’s okay.I’m loving the departure from routine –I spend time otherwise, and every dayhas different irks and merits to convey.The weather is remarkably like home;the water colors match … Continue reading →

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