Author Archives: sputterpub

August Memorial

A BART delay (detritus on a track),an uphill walk, and picketing outside,a hidden entrance to a group in black,but I arrived on time. Two parents diedwho merited memorial. In backand flanked by shared descendants, well-suppliedwith water crackers, memory and word,we … Continue reading

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Like a Dick

Be like a dick. I say this to attractattention. I don’t mean impoliticin attitude or speech or any act.Be like a dick. Be velvet over steel. No stab or prick,but with your center coursing firm, in fact,so able to stand … Continue reading

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Prized Possession

I longed for one possession I could prizeabove all others, like a heroineof tales or lore, of humble origin:a single doll of rags that in my eyesand arms was cherished without compromise.I owned too much for rarity to win.I longed … Continue reading

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Power Wash

I’m power-washing trapped within today.Outside my doors are soap-and-water showers.There’s noise surrounding me, and every wayI look is wet. At least a couple hoursI’ll be here; an expert aiming sprayprepares my place for winter. As he scoursroofs and wood, I … Continue reading

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Goldbud

The orchard is in Placerville I see(I looked it up online the other night),where valley temperature is perfectlyappropriate for growing stone fruit right.I paid the price for two (that wasn’t light),and toted them to kids I love, to teachby sharing … Continue reading

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Baggage

I set up home for comfort, and I loveto linger here, in theory and in fact.This one-room cottage fits me like a glove,and nowhere tops its power to attractmy steps. But coming days and weeks impactmy inclination – I will … Continue reading

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About Last Night

I fretted for too long on money stuff,regarding one too old to govern well.And to his health I sunk more than enoughof time last night to sink in slumber’s spell.I gave too many minutes to the toughremembrance of a name. … Continue reading

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Inside Out

She’s tough as nails outside but goo within.Abrasive in her attitude and speech,her inside seems routinely feminineand hesitant, near-passive. I would preachreversal if she’d heed. Her originincluded clues but I think she can teachherself inversion – velvety appeal,encasing personality of … Continue reading

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Lila Time

A clock in base 16 makes sense to me.And yes, from 1 to 5 a.m. speeds past.A 2 that’s raised 4 powers energy,and decreased distance counsels not-so-fast.I like the way she comprehends a vastdimension making measuring us all.Contracting or expanding, … Continue reading

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Dubious

The test results are nothing scary yet.The liquid levels seem for now okay.And re: the scan, they opted to forgetthe number from a year ago. They say“recalibration,” but I think it maybe covering. I’m doubtful they are crooks,but faced with … Continue reading

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