Author Archives: sputterpub

Never Mind

Posted on October 5, 2021 by sputterpub

While packing, I tensed up – of course I did.It doesn’t matter how I reassuremyself – I’m nervous and I can’t get ridof psychosoma – I don’t know a cure.I coughed with throat too tight – the exhale’s skidreminded me … Continue reading →

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Winter Furs

Posted on October 4, 2021 by sputterpub

We’re into Fall and so far we’ve had luck –air quality has never been as pooras last year’s. Ocean actions let us duckthe choking smoke and ash. Now we’re unsurewe’ll get good rain. We may have to enduremore drought, but … Continue reading →

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Dream On

Posted on October 3, 2021 by sputterpub

For decades I have not remembered dreams.I wondered was I wanting too much pot,but doubted daily use defined extremes.Instead I just assumed the case was age.I rarely slumbered soundly – any schemesI tried to deepen sleep (not much – no … Continue reading →

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Caffeine and Time

Posted on October 2, 2021 by sputterpub

Caffeine and time work morning wonders here.At first my shuffling walk feels like a climb.My medicine is slow but sees me clear:caffeine and time. Two hours and three mugs are my enzyme –they straighten me and get my pulse in … Continue reading →

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The Lockdown Meal

Posted on October 1, 2021 by sputterpub

I’m still not tired of my Covid meal.I’ve lost the love for soup, frittata, beans,but homemade salad carries strong appeal –I want my daily dish of seeds and greenswith grated cheese, tomatoes, and the sealof half an avocado. What this … Continue reading →

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Fair Fare

Posted on September 30, 2021 by sputterpub

This month we’ve gottenride discounts on all BART trains.Fair fare feels deserved.

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On the Stranger Who Paid Our Tab

Posted on September 29, 2021 by sputterpub

What prompted him to buy us wine and food,and leave before we voiced our gratitude?Did we remind him of a mother dearto him, but missed or gone this awful year?Was he in a nostalgic sort of mood? Did he receive … Continue reading →

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Precomposition

Posted on September 28, 2021 by sputterpub

Six days from now I’ll journey to the north(when this is posted, I’ll be one day there,arising from an air bed, first of fourthsunrises, forecast mild, okay air).I’ll be away from home – the trade is fair:my privacy for love … Continue reading →

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Filter Value

Posted on September 27, 2021 by sputterpub

I wavered at the academic gates –Should I attend the university?Or get to work at once, creatively?What benefit to further school awaits? My father had an answer good for me.He pointed to a million books, and saidif I encountered decent … Continue reading →

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Rest After the Overnight

Posted on September 26, 2021 by sputterpub

I woke at 4 this morning, after 6unbroken hours fast asleep in bed,to see the dark of rain on wood and bricks.I hadn’t heard its patter overhead.My slumber was too solid – I was deadto interruption, deep in dreaming rest.I … Continue reading →

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