Author Archives: sputterpub

On Pavement

It’s just as well I have to leave my room,for trucks are working on the street today.I wouldn’t mind construction or the zoomof chain-saw pruning, but the endless brayof backups, when we haven’t any ruts,incessant safety signals, have a wayof … Continue reading

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It Seems Too Soon

It seems too soon for Daylight time again,but Sunday clocks reset, the backyard strewnwith Prunus petals as I pushed this pen.It seems too soon. Too little rain, and garden dirt a dune –New fires taking trees and oxygen –The light … Continue reading

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Candle on the Floor

A candle on the mantel wafted scentbut sat too high for me to see the flame.Aroma permeated air and lentan herbal atmosphere I couldn’t name.I love some folks who light and burn the sameso much their ceiling’s sooty from the … Continue reading

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Disturbances

They’re not what I call nightmares, but they’re dreamsI’d rather not remember when I wake.I’m not a bit prophetic but the themesof death or sinking health repel my peace.An infant drowned, a brother lost, extremesof fleeting tragedy, including deaththat happened … Continue reading

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No Blacklist Please

Our lives are too complex to be reducedto elegant synopses. Fairy talesare straight; by myths we all can be seduced.But black-and-white applied to being fails.Reality is complicated – loosedat us in living color. Truth entailswe grant it all its spectra … Continue reading

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Persimmon Leaves

Persimmon leaves beadthe tips of naked branchesand signify spring.

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Those Absent Minds

Those absent minds encountered on the streetare resident in bodies of all kinds,and they are not aware. I cannot greetthose absent minds. As if equipped with plugs in ears and blindsfor eyes, all sense devoted to completeattention on their phones … Continue reading

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Neuronics

I think we sense our brains before our hands.Or maybe that’s just how it felt to me,for after all, the memory commandswithin the skull. As far back as I seeI recollect impressions, thoughts, and sense.The stimuli would teach and too … Continue reading

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Post Hiatus Post

Between the cold and travel, my routinefor daily exercise was put on hold.And three-week interruptions always meana rough return to work now I’m this old.I woke a little hesitant, and toldmyself I’m well enough to ride today.Reluctance won’t prevail; I’m … Continue reading

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Never on Wednesday?

On normal Wednesdays, I depart my placefrom 10 a.m. till after 8 at night.I daily make my bed – there’s little spacefor messiness – my one-room house is tight.I smooth the covers and I turn to faceoutside, away. I come … Continue reading

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