Tag Archives: Writing

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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If I Were Dead

Posted on June 20, 2019 by sputterpub

If I were dead, it wouldn’t be that odd. I’ve almost lived three score and ten right now. I’m old enough to meet whatever God arranged to follow life, of what and how and never why. I wouldn’t be that … Continue reading →

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Social Silence

Posted on June 18, 2019 by sputterpub

I ought to take a compliment with poise, accept a testimonial with ease. But I’m as apt to croak a phlegmy noise as speak politely. Seldom do I please myself in shopping for another’s gift, and I from what I … Continue reading →

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Villefranche Sur Mer

Posted on June 10, 2019 by sputterpub

Before me spreads the topic coast of France: a stop unplanned, selected as the wind entangled Monaco. The tour’s mischance betakes us here, a panorama spinned because the anchors let us turn a bit, the view resorts on shore and … Continue reading →

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The Cruise

Posted on June 3, 2019 by sputterpub

I’m thinking how to summarize this trip: if I were more adventurous, I guess I wouldn’t miss a day to leave the ship, but disembarking ratchets up my stress. I love to nest no matter where’s my bed – what’s … Continue reading →

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Aptitude

Posted on November 15, 2018 by sputterpub

I always thought I’d write a book or four. Of course they’d be the type I like to read, with characters I care about, and sure development of plots at proper speed. I figured it a matter of mere time … Continue reading →

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Resolved:

Posted on August 7, 2018 by sputterpub

I ought to read more poetry – I write it all the time. My sonnets are my thought, my joke, my diary and diatribe. I love the sound of Service, stanzas wrought by Donne and much of Yeats, but I’m … Continue reading →

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