Monthly Archives: August 2018

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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Not Dead Yet

Posted on August 6, 2018 by sputterpub

Six weeks ago I wrenched my lower back. I’m happy to announce, as of today I feel recovered from that deep attack, and though some time was spent in pain, dismay and grouchiness, at least at last I healed. My … Continue reading →

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The Rise of Ignorance

Posted on August 2, 2018 by sputterpub

Deliberately I choose to walk to BART. The news makes me feel headachy and tense. I figure something on my way will start me laughing or at least deflect. Defense against reality by exercise and air: I’ll breathe in depth … Continue reading →

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