Author Archives: sputterpub

Feeding Time

Observing squirrels through a pane of glass,I see them growing fatter every day.Voraciously they forage, adding massand making tree limbs bounce from what they weigh.They’re full of flora calories and sass.They vandalize the plants and throw awaythe bulk of what … Continue reading →

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Pathetic Poetry

“A poem should be about your feelings,” saidan audience that fails to understand.Experience has other words instead:“A poem is just a making, and can bein almost any tone and subject. Dreadthe trite and ever seek to be sincere,but you can … Continue reading →

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Edits

When writing metered rhyming poetry,a syllable should not be thrown away.A wasted phrase amounts to felony(as lines are few, each word should have its say).If I may risk reverse humility,then here’s how I might edit Ms Millay: I burn the … Continue reading →

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My Fussiness

One of the reasons I seldom read verseis cause I can’t help seeing lazy mistakes.And modern pop lyrics amount to much worse –they’re staler than yesterday morning’s pancakes.

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A Small Difference

Our mothers are identical in waysthat no one sane would ever brag about.They’re narcissistic fixers who don’t praise;they’re shoppers who would gladly drag us outto malls or outlets anxious to exchangethe bulk of stuff they brought home recently.They think they’re … Continue reading →

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Magic Feather

My magic feather was the exercise.I thought I had to move to find a themeto write about and wax a little wise,but even in this sedentary stream,I tend to cogitate, complain, and dream.I can’t retard the process if I tried,and … Continue reading →

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Enforced Rest

I’m nearly well but here to tell fatigue,less caused by age or illness than by work.I solo-cared for two, and I’m beleag-uered by exhaustion now I plan to lurkalone in silence and refrain from taskor errand, staying home and keeping … Continue reading →

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Persimmon

Persimmon leaves turndownward and to shades of blaze,fall-ready to fall.

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Personal Magic

600 days before I caught a cold,which took me down a peg for near a week,but I’m recovered now it’s time to holdmyself accountable, and exercise.I’m coming back improved, determined, boldenough to see a future healthily.Apparently the signs can be … Continue reading →

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Return to Coffee

Now coffee’s back in hand and appetite.For days it put me off – though hot and black,my morning nectar wasn’t tasting right.Now coffee’s back. I’m old and hypertension could attackmy health. I thought I’d cut caffeine to fightthe creeping weakness … Continue reading →

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