Tag Archives: Poetry

Well, Actually

Posted on September 21, 2025 by sputterpub

“Well, actually,” he says, and it’s the baneof someone who adores him naturally,but can’t abide to hear the kid’s refrain:“Well, actually.” He’s only 8 but often factuallycorrect. And that he’s trying to mansplainis only entertaining you and me. I watch … Continue reading →

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Forced Refresh

Posted on September 20, 2025 by sputterpub

The PC got a little ill this week.It suddenly desisted to connectto Internet. The problem seemed unique;I tried all resolutions you’d expect.Apparently I need a new technique.But daily posts I’d rather not neglect,so I am limping, wireless and slow,and (big … 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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On/Off and Off and On in London

Posted on September 12, 2025 by sputterpub

We must have crossed the river seven times,aboard the On/Off bus and then apace.Although we didn’t witness any crimes,we noticed gangs of tourists stuffing faceand clogging every vantage, every place,restricting the advancement of our roamwith photos and no evidence of … Continue reading →

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