Tag Archives: Health

No Duh

Posted on September 6, 2018 by sputterpub

I think that I’m so smart but married twice, two men it’s clear I didn’t clearly see. And sure I paid a pained and heavy price, but nothing made me plumb their mystery until long after each had gone away. … Continue reading →

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Movement

Posted on August 27, 2018 by sputterpub

When I was 12 years old my legs got weird. They itched whenever I stood still at length. A mottled rash on knees and calves appeared, and though they never lacked accustomed strength, I fretted and discussed it with my … Continue reading →

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Deterrent

Posted on August 9, 2018 by sputterpub

He likes a little Vicodin so much that though he hasn’t sought it on the street, he’s not above some friendly theft. His touch is cautious and his attitude’s discreet; he’s purloined pills from parents, in-laws, friends. He likes the … Continue reading →

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Not Dead Yet

Posted on August 6, 2018 by sputterpub

Six weeks ago I wrenched my lower back. I’m happy to announce, as of today I feel recovered from that deep attack, and though some time was spent in pain, dismay and grouchiness, at least at last I healed. My … Continue reading →

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Mr. B’s Phonograph

Posted on July 30, 2018 by sputterpub

One day when I was ten and in 5th grade, the teacher spun a record for us all. I can’t remember what the needle played, but I can see the phonograph – a small appliance on a table in the … Continue reading →

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Sot

Posted on July 17, 2018 by sputterpub

I want to like her but she drinks too much, and isn’t near as fun to be around as she must think she is. She’s apt to touch me needlessly, repeat herself, expound on criticisms victims overhear, embarrass me and … Continue reading →

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Myriad

Posted on July 12, 2018 by sputterpub

The sages say it takes ten thousand hours for someone to acquire expertise. While talent may be there at birth, the powers in success require practice to increase. And though you’ve walked since you were one year old, your average … Continue reading →

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The Fifth Wheel

Posted on July 5, 2018 by sputterpub

The oldest kid, the only girl, the black sheep in her family of origin, she early learned to be alone. In fact she liked her solitude – she could begin a poem, reread a book, design some clothes for paper … Continue reading →

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The Cold

Posted on June 26, 2018 by sputterpub

Two weeks ago I caught a simple cold and carried it to Portland in my chest. I didn’t think it much, but now I’m old enough to feel a wreck and need more rest than I arranged. Compounding as a … Continue reading →

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Exercism

Posted on June 21, 2018 by sputterpub

My father called me sedentary when I wouldn’t leave my book to come outside. “I’d say you were a vegetable, but then that’s slandering the plants.” And though I’d ride my bicycle, and walk more than allowed, I gathered that … Continue reading →

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