Category Archives: Writing

Sick Day

Posted on November 15, 2021 by sputterpub

A little ill, I’m taking Monday off.I will not work or exercise today.My cold has now matured into a cough,and I prescribe long rest, computer play,an easy book with nothing wise to say,avoiding interactions I won’t miss,and soup. I plan … Continue reading →

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Pass

Posted on November 10, 2021 by sputterpub

When I advise or recommend to you,and you discard my words or don’t attend,no longer will I quibble or pursue:ignore and I won’t bore you any more.But nor am I responsible. I’ll lendand then return what you decline to learn.That … Continue reading →

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Impossible

Posted on November 4, 2021 by sputterpub

For years I’ve heard there isn’t any rhymefor “orange,” but it hasn’t made me groan.The word I want to use, time after time,is “month,” and I’m afraid it stands alonewithout the right to end a metered linein any form of … Continue reading →

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Note

Posted on November 2, 2021 by sputterpub

I took a break in Twenty Seventeen.The record shows two dozen days withouta post, and though my stanzas often meana jot of journal – what my day’s about –I see no clue on printed page or screento why the interruption. … Continue reading →

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Day Off Call Off

Posted on October 31, 2021 by sputterpub

I planned a Sunday off. I laid in food.I didn’t try to make a friendly date.I figured to indulge a lazy mood,enjoy some Autumn weather, cogitateabout no news and let concerns abate.I lasted for an hour, but I missthe like … Continue reading →

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Recording

Posted on October 30, 2021 by sputterpub

Committed to remembering my timeof consciousness, I’ve told my tales for years.I’ve noted little episodes in rhyme,and often journalized. I don’t have fearsof Alzeimer’s – my memory’s sublimeand durable, or so it still appears.But lately I’ll admit I’ve contemplatedperhaps true … Continue reading →

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Rest Fail

Posted on October 28, 2021 by sputterpub

My arm received the needles yesterday –the Pfizer 3rd and too the flu vaccine –and I arranged today for ease; I’d stayat home. So went my plan till 12:15,but then I wanted streets to intervene.I threw on clothes and ambled … Continue reading →

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What’s Wrong with Her?

Posted on October 16, 2021 by sputterpub

What’s wrong with her? Again she reads a bookshe first encountered fifty years agothat holds no wit she doesn’t clearly know. Each fall and spring she takes another lookat comedy above and sense below.What’s wrong with her? Again she reads … Continue reading →

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Precomposition

Posted on September 28, 2021 by sputterpub

Six days from now I’ll journey to the north(when this is posted, I’ll be one day there,arising from an air bed, first of fourthsunrises, forecast mild, okay air).I’ll be away from home – the trade is fair:my privacy for love … Continue reading →

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A Brief Note

Posted on September 18, 2021 by sputterpub

Haven’t written today. If I had it would beperhaps on the way my home’s precious to me.Though it may be cliche to pursue privacy,if asked I would say here I’m perfectly free.

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