Category Archives: Writing

Low Fuel

Posted on January 10, 2020 by sputterpub

I may be running out of things to say. I thought as much two years ago but then, composing twice a week and Saturday, I kept producing rhythm with my pen. I aim to entertain and maybe teach, describing observations … Continue reading →

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Recording

Posted on January 8, 2020 by sputterpub

A dowager is not a matriarch, no matter what you call yourself these days. Subordinate to spouse, we heard your bark but never feared you’d bite us, or amaze us with authority, or guide us right. We always knew, from … Continue reading →

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Guilty Pleasure

Posted on November 7, 2019 by sputterpub

I ought to read some history, acquire perspective that may help me comprehend this modern world’s complexity, or higher stuff like pure philosophy. I tend instead to gravitate to fiction’s world, and even there I rarely take a chance on … Continue reading →

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Senescence

Posted on October 31, 2019 by sputterpub

Like reaching for a smoke after you quit, like crossing knee-on-knee inviting pain but helplessly habitual, it’s fit that I should miss you, even though disdain and criticism are the strokes you gave me growing up and aging with you … Continue reading →

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Remissions

Posted on October 21, 2019 by sputterpub

I think my left side’s starting to improve: the neck and hip have ceased their creaky ways; the ankle isn’t painful when I move; I’m lately liking biking most the days. My upper arm and shoulder yet complain; it hurts … Continue reading →

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Resting

Posted on October 7, 2019 by sputterpub

Today’s a gentle morning in my home. I’m still off exercise and took a break from tasks. I’ve got the time to pen this poem although I’ve no declaratives to make, no narratives or theories to suggest. I’m feeling good … Continue reading →

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Going to My Room

Posted on September 30, 2019 by sputterpub

What I appreciate about alone is talking to myself where you can’t hear, where I can gorge on words without a bone to pick with anyone, for no one’s near. My parents used to send me to my room when … Continue reading →

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Fear of Irony

Posted on August 8, 2019 by sputterpub

I used to know a guy who spoke so well he could have been a new Demosthenes, until his brain misfired – like a spell, he lost his speech in agonized degrees. My children’s dad was always into sound – … Continue reading →

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On Rereading FF

Posted on July 23, 2019 by sputterpub

I found a vintage Heinlein on the shelf, a yellowed paperback with tiny print. I pulled it down to entertain myself, and read 200 pages with a squint. I’ve recommended it to kids and friends without rereading what I loved … Continue reading →

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Kept

Posted on July 1, 2019 by sputterpub

I live in one large room. I don’t own much. Remodeling required me to go, before and after moving items. Such it was, I had at least two prompts to throw away what I no longer use, reserve my space … Continue reading →

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