Tag Archives: Poetry

Opus June Fourteenth

Posted on June 15, 2021 by sputterpub

The number’s Four Five Six: how many dayselapsed from house arrest to June Fifteenof Twenty-one. We’re entering a phaseunmasked, with smaller distances betweenourselves and stranger/neighbors. What our wayswill be unknown, and whether nice or mean.And will I still find grist … Continue reading →

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Re-Uppance

Posted on June 14, 2021 by sputterpub

I took a 5 day break from exercise,except for walks to market or the train.My body said the respite would be wise,and I have learned to listen. Its refraintold me to rest – I slept an extra hourevery night – … Continue reading →

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A Little Compulsion

Posted on June 13, 2021 by sputterpub

This week I’m sleeping soundly through the night.I rise to see the toilet water’s clear!It’s been at least two decades since that sight,but lately I’m so weary that I’d fearit as a symptom of morbidity,except I have good reasons for … Continue reading →

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Non-Compliance

Posted on June 12, 2021 by sputterpub

I thought I understood a lot of life.I figured others valued truth and fairattempts to win. I witnessed acts of strife,assuming bad in character was rare.I bent some silly rules without a care,but I expected morals to endure.I didn’t dream … Continue reading →

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Distension in the Ranks

Posted on June 11, 2021 by sputterpub

I sometimes drank too much when I was young.A social 20-something in a bar,I wasn’t home alone. I drank amongacquaintances and friends. I took in fartoo much because I lost all appetitefor food. I pushed the plate and bowl away … Continue reading →

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Laying in Food

Posted on June 10, 2021 by sputterpub

Already living with uncertaintybeyond the usual organic span,with virus plaguing us and frequentlyprovoking changing rules about what canbe done in company, so every planis tentative … And now Mom’s health is skewed.I try for flexible. She gets a scan,while I … Continue reading →

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Customary June

Posted on June 9, 2021 by sputterpub

Customary June –twenty-four degrees betweentheir valley our bay

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Of Late

Posted on June 8, 2021 by sputterpub

We’re seeing Mom at least three times a weekof late. We seem adjusted to the newroutine. Except it changes. Symptoms peakand some subside. Acute and chronic flip.Another hospital, a new technique –but overall her system’s in decline.We’re not expecting much. … Continue reading →

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It’s Flying Time Again

Posted on June 7, 2021 by sputterpub

The real estate is sold. The plague abates.It feels like time to take on other tasks.A visit’s overdue – my clan awaits –and though they’re still requiring the maskson planes, this week I’ll be selecting datesto fly, responding to beloved … Continue reading →

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Back Twinge

Posted on June 6, 2021 by sputterpub

My lower back is bothersome today.It’s acting fragile. It wants gentle use.The pill I swallowed didn’t take awaythe symptom, and recall did not occuruntil I walked a bit and felt it sayI almost tripped a day ago. No fallbefell – … Continue reading →

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