Monthly Archives: August 2018

Unwell

Posted on August 30, 2018 by sputterpub

Our ocean is too warm. Our forests burn too often now, too widely, and the air bears irritants, but most in power spurn the obvious, the facts: that they impair tomorrow with the corporate hunt for wealth, as much as … Continue reading →

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Mattress Season

Posted on August 28, 2018 by sputterpub

Mattress season now: university students jettison bad beds.

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Movement

Posted on August 27, 2018 by sputterpub

When I was 12 years old my legs got weird. They itched whenever I stood still at length. A mottled rash on knees and calves appeared, and though they never lacked accustomed strength, I fretted and discussed it with my … Continue reading →

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Half-World Problem

Posted on August 23, 2018 by sputterpub

I’ve no complaints. I’m dull but feeling well. Perhaps I need a problem to confront. This may be TMI, or overblunt, but I’m aroused by challenge like a bell is pealed by pulling – a compelling spell upon me. I’m … Continue reading →

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Complicated

Posted on August 21, 2018 by sputterpub

  It’s always been too difficult to solve. When I was young I thought I’d suss it out before attaining age, but we evolve without regard to wisdom and I doubt we’re made for reason or morality. Sure black & … Continue reading →

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Birdbath

Posted on August 20, 2018 by sputterpub

Creek seepage to street: a year-round lagoon for a sleek murder of crows.

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Familiars

Posted on August 16, 2018 by sputterpub

I liked to think I had a magic touch with animals, as if they knew I meant no harm or hunt. Respecting them as much as people, deeming them intelligent, I noted critters never made me cry. (I almost felt … Continue reading →

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Early August

Posted on August 14, 2018 by sputterpub

The sunshine doesn’t strike the roof till 8, but white infills the skylight glass at 6. Through lids my eyes see day, and then the state of sleep departs; I stretch to spinal cricks and move to coffee, email, online … Continue reading →

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August Light

Posted on August 13, 2018 by sputterpub

Dawn: Now the sun retreats; it will not rise till after 6, delaying dawn.   Dusk: Mid-August evenings linger late, but still the light ebbs as autumn nears.

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Deterrent

Posted on August 9, 2018 by sputterpub

He likes a little Vicodin so much that though he hasn’t sought it on the street, he’s not above some friendly theft. His touch is cautious and his attitude’s discreet; he’s purloined pills from parents, in-laws, friends. He likes the … Continue reading →

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