Monthly Archives: December 2015

One New Year’s Eve

Posted on December 31, 2015 by sputterpub

I browsed through a Writer’s Idea book and saw its suggestion about describing my most memorable New Year’s Eve. I scanned my memory and couldn’t come up with a better one than the train trip to Disneyland. That was probably … Continue reading →

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Hophead

Posted on December 30, 2015 by sputterpub

I’m any way but negative, as long as I can smoke the herb my brother bought for me. Let winter threaten; now I’m strong within philosophy my father taught when I was young enough to read with him, when I … Continue reading →

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Lullaby

Posted on December 29, 2015 by sputterpub

I wish I were as ready now for sleep as I’ll be longingly in 7 hours. The seeker’s climb to Morpheus is steep, but falling off’s so effortless that powers are obstructive wastes of energy. I’ll swaddle in a waking … Continue reading →

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Transmutation

Posted on December 28, 2015 by sputterpub

The mill stone turns and grinds to powder grain the meadows wore a harvest month ago. The cloud condenses drops to send us rain our reservoirs collect and then let flow. There comes a winter-boding Saturday when I combine the … Continue reading →

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Xmas

Posted on December 25, 2015 by sputterpub

Xmas Passed I don’t know how I could have penned a word the last four days, for then I had no time away from him and them. I never heard the silence in my head that finds a rhyme and … Continue reading →

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Boxing Day

Posted on December 24, 2015 by sputterpub

On Boxing Day, when I was 45, I walked to BART in arid winter cold, considering requirements to thrive, enumerating what could be controlled. I saw a piece of broken crutch, a bit that someone tossed where only bushes catch. … Continue reading →

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Forestory

Posted on December 23, 2015 by sputterpub

Things have risen or sunk to a crazy level in the neighborhood. We’re beset by cops and counselors. Carol is beside herself with psychological concern about her teenage pyromaniac son, and her husband John isn’t much calmer. My friend Anne … Continue reading →

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Elevation

Posted on December 22, 2015 by sputterpub

Is this relief I feel at feeling great? Or satisfaction after exercise? For here’s the pressured holiday I hate that never gave me any good surprise, and only yesterday I bore a load of office work, domestic chores, and pain … Continue reading →

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Thinking Outside the Icebox

Posted on December 21, 2015 by sputterpub

The raindrops cling to spider limbs of trees like diamond pussy willows upside down. The heavens glower heavy in the east while western light is mounting, but the frowns the folks exhibit as they drive in storm will never find … Continue reading →

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Friday Morning Before Xmas

Posted on December 18, 2015 by sputterpub

I wandered musing in the morning rain, my fantasies afloat above my head, on automatic pilot to the train that pulls me to the office from my bed. The drizzle ticked a patter on the black umbrella roofing me with … Continue reading →

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