Monthly Archives: September 2017

Labyrinth

Posted on September 29, 2017 by sputterpub

The labyrinth that Daedalus designed and built to house a misbegotten bull, was crafted with imprisonment in mind: its convolutions blind until a pull upon a clue of thread revealed its ways, bisecting mystery with nothing hard. A king’s intent, … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Writing | Leave a comment

Muni Metro

Posted on September 28, 2017 by sputterpub

A boyish lesbian, commuting west, who dropped her phone and earbuds on the tracks, did something that I never would have guessed: she looked and leaped. I watched her denim back, her short dark hair, her bend and turn around, … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry | Leave a comment

Hard Ass

Posted on September 27, 2017 by sputterpub

“You never know what you’re going to do, until you’re confronted with the situation.” How many times has Del heard this? Why do so many people say it? In Del’s case, and in that of some others, it just isn’t … Continue reading →

Posted in Aging, Fiction | Leave a comment

Choppers

Posted on September 26, 2017 by sputterpub

The chop of helicopters overhead does not create a happy atmosphere. I’m not too old to recollect the dread machines surveilling us and shooting tear gas canisters when I attended school, and though today they’re shooting news for us, at … Continue reading →

Posted in Neighborhood, Poetry | Leave a comment

Count Your Calories

Posted on September 25, 2017 by sputterpub

I spent two bits in 1968, to buy a little book put out by Dell. Its title – Count Your Calories – was great: the pamphlet matched my purpose very well. I’d dieted four years and added more than I … Continue reading →

Posted in Behavior Modification, Food, Health, Poetry | Leave a comment

That’s Not Funny

Posted on September 22, 2017 by sputterpub

In talking to a temporary friend I met on BART, before I knew him well enough to gauge his shallow depth and fend his crude advances off, I let him tell me (twice) what he’d endow if he were rich: … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry | Leave a comment

Instructions

Posted on September 21, 2017 by sputterpub

The renegade conformist sheepishly insists the application must be typed. He says they won’t accept facsimile because it isn’t doubled, folded, striped the same. “Impeccable,” the man demands, who seldom notes appearances. “It must be typed, in ink, just so.” … Continue reading →

Posted in Behavior Modification, Poetry | Leave a comment

Home

Posted on September 20, 2017 by sputterpub

Eleven years ago, I bought this place: a single-room abode built sixty years before I moved. I thought I’d use the space most weeks, and share a habitat with dears at times, a state away. I’d have two homes. But … Continue reading →

Posted in Home, Poetry | Leave a comment

The Piercing

Posted on September 19, 2017 by sputterpub

My baby had the cutest little nose – Unsuffocatable that button was like every other infant’s; heaven knows design for life, so heaven perfect does. And as she grew, it stayed adorable – She seemed to train it upward with … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry | Leave a comment

Stripey and the Yard Birds

Posted on September 18, 2017 by sputterpub

I saw two hummingbirds beneath the crows that visited, the bold above the shy. The corvids sat the looming tree, in rows of roosting gossip, as trochilidae sought nectar from the blossoms in the yard (the nicotiniana over sage). The … Continue reading →

Posted in Critters, Neighborhood, Poetry | Leave a comment