Author Archives: sputterpub

Sunday Puzzles

Posted on September 13, 2020 by sputterpub

A dozen years I rarely sat outside;the space was broken rock and rotting wood.But then I spent a fortune, modifiedthe cottage, and installed a redwood deck.I contemplated furniture. I trieda chair, but soon I opted for a benchand table, where … Continue reading →

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Accommodation

Posted on September 12, 2020 by sputterpub

They roomed together 50 years agoin Berkeley, at the height of its unrest.They both liked drugs, but one of them was slowto move and opted for cocaine as best;the other raced a lot in legs and brain,and liked how marijuana … Continue reading →

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High Horse

Posted on September 12, 2020 by sputterpub

I love your love and value your respectbut honestly, your vehemence is dire.I need your ears and heart – I don’t expectdefensive bold assertions, and your irebecomes a force that forces me to pause.It’s like I never own my own … Continue reading →

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Reactivity

Posted on September 11, 2020 by sputterpub

I had career ideas when I was small,but couldn’t zero in on one to tell.I wrote and read a lot, as I recall,but knew those loves would never pay me well.My English major let me read some moreand write enough, … Continue reading →

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Time Lapse

Posted on September 10, 2020 by sputterpub

I wrote this poem a week ago, when Iwas moving slowly, woefully depressed.I woke again to ashen air, white sky,and blue within. Of course I was distressedby politics, infection, how we’ve messedwith planetary goods. We fail. We’re toast.Rebounding with no … Continue reading →

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No Mayo

Posted on September 9, 2020 by sputterpub

I can’t find decent mayonnaise of late.I’d make my own, but it goes bad too fast –my need is sparing, for I nearly hatethe stuff, enough I fantasized a vastconspiracy of friends who’d say they ateit, just to freak me … Continue reading →

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Junk Mail

Posted on September 8, 2020 by sputterpub

Deleting emails every day, I findthey’re poorly crafted and irrelevant,for half are retail offers not designedfor staying home with shopping funds unspent;the balance are political in plea –they’re begging a donation out of me.A robot urges, using my first nameas … Continue reading →

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Routine Change

Posted on September 7, 2020 by sputterpub

I bought my bike in 1985,and soon I took to riding every dawn(I’d left the hospital. I aimed to thrive).It had a reading rack. I fed each yawnwith coffee from a shelf beside my arm.The exercise was nothing hard to … Continue reading →

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End Game

Posted on September 6, 2020 by sputterpub

My mother says of late she’s glad she’s old.At 94 she’s odd, but that’s not new.She’s lost her spouse and siblings, but she toldme that’s not what her blues are owing to.Disgusted with the politics and press,she claims she can’t … Continue reading →

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Hedging

Posted on September 5, 2020 by sputterpub

A jeweler has to purchase the suppliesthat serve to make the works that must be sold,and if he’s prudent, conscientious, wise,he pays attention to the price of gold.What’s more, if he’s experienced or smart,he’ll buy some Futures of the yellow … Continue reading →

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