Tag Archives: Poetry

Morass

Posted on August 12, 2026 by sputterpub

I fell into the news morass last night.About to stream, I network-paused and sawthe devastating fires. Then my sightwas taken by the despot twisting lawagain – no taste, surprise, not wise, not right.I flashed to Ozymandias and Musk.I sobered and … Continue reading →

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Adderall Drawl

Posted on August 11, 2026 by sputterpub

Proceeding southward on my block, I crossedthe intersecting street ahead of twoyoung women turning right behind me, lostin talk I heeded as I led them througha second right turn. Now a thought I tossedwas they were pacing squarely, like some … Continue reading →

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Home Sweet Home

Posted on August 10, 2026 by sputterpub

Arriving home at nearly noon, I reada text that set our call for half past one.Six hours earlier I rose from bed(that’s not my own). Now me-time has begun.I’ve aimed attention to my care insteadof any outer task. My bath … Continue reading →

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Anointment

Posted on August 9, 2026 by sputterpub

I woke to feel decrepit in two joints.My left knee griped, and something in my wrist(the left as well) objected when it pointsup on the ulnar side. I made a fistand rested some, and as the day anointsme, as I … Continue reading →

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Cooking

Posted on August 8, 2026 by sputterpub

Full body yoga was this morning’s choice –a twenty-seven minute stretch and move.With almost empty mind, I heard a voicethat recommended cooking to improvethe options for my dinners. I rejoicetoday in solitude, as cool as you’veimagined me, as busy as … Continue reading →

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Told You So

Posted on August 7, 2026 by sputterpub

It made no sense to me, the way they claimedit either was a lab leak or the sitewhere animals for food were vended, named“wet market” in reporter lingo. Rightas life, I said it could be both. For mightan error in … Continue reading →

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Moving On

Posted on August 6, 2026 by sputterpub

The laurel leaves are lovely, but it’s bestto leave them on the branches or the ground.They aren’t soft enough to offer restwhile yet you live. In truth, the wise have found,while honoring the past, it’s no behest.Without more innovation, we’ll … Continue reading →

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Fly Free

Posted on August 5, 2026 by sputterpub

I hate it when a fly comes in my room.Yet I don’t want to murk my view with screens.I took to closing doors to bar the zoom,but August heat and dead air’s what that means.A stranger commented – no fly … Continue reading →

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Obviation

Posted on August 4, 2026 by sputterpub

Remembering how much my brother’s feetrepelled me, as I watch the grandkids spurna sibling’s trespass on their space – discretein limits – it’s not difficult to turnto evolution’s rule. We’d risk effetemutation if we interbred. We learnwith moody pheromones to … Continue reading →

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Carrots

Posted on August 3, 2026 by sputterpub

I watched a show about the ultra-richengaged in and investing big to finda longer life. And then I wondered whichrewards inspired such, and for what kindthey hungered? Why and what would scratch the itch?Of their exploits no trophies come to … Continue reading →

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