Author Archives: sputterpub

The Age of Heroes

Posted on October 17, 2019 by sputterpub

He burns to be a hero asphalt-sure. She longs to make her own existence count. They crave experience. They host impure impulsiveness while consequences mount, and vacillate from arrogance to blame, too hip to learn, too negative to stride. They’ll … Continue reading →

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October Warmth

Posted on October 16, 2019 by sputterpub

October wind strews pollen and leaves reminders of earthquake menace

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Crisis Text

Posted on October 15, 2019 by sputterpub

There comes a time in every child’s growth (much oftener than once), when life becomes too thick to process, though he may have both his parents present and a wealth of chums. It takes a village to address the job … Continue reading →

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Runway Closure

Posted on October 14, 2019 by sputterpub

The news reports were frightening of course: a runway closed at SFO – a mess become debacle, all described, the source experts and passengers, the fear and stress attention-grabbing. Texts and folks advised I fly another date, another field – … Continue reading →

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Preheat Not Needed

Posted on October 10, 2019 by sputterpub

In classifying new stuff good or bad, depending on performance and design, the dishwasher’s a joke, the stove is sad, and manufactured doors are out of line. The ceiling fan is handsome and works well, the custom bed and closet … Continue reading →

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Exampling Spider

Posted on October 8, 2019 by sputterpub

A three-month project, overrun to eight, is nearly at an end, but truth be told, the bulk of it was not accomplished late. I hung at ninety-five percent, controlled by winter trains and summer-found defects, by workmen moving on to … Continue reading →

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Resting

Posted on October 7, 2019 by sputterpub

Today’s a gentle morning in my home. I’m still off exercise and took a break from tasks. I’ve got the time to pen this poem although I’ve no declaratives to make, no narratives or theories to suggest. I’m feeling good … Continue reading →

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Self-Treatment

Posted on October 3, 2019 by sputterpub

Self-doctoring, I’ve flexed and made a list of symptom frequency and pain extent. I’ve read my diaries and haven’t missed what history can offer, and I’ve meant each statement of infliction to be true. Self-medicating now, prescribing rest, I’ve interrupted … Continue reading →

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Repetitive Motions

Posted on October 1, 2019 by sputterpub

Experiencing minor chronic pain I’d calibrate if asked at three point five, I won’t consult a doctor or complain, considering how long I’ve been alive – perhaps the symptom’s age-appropriate. For though I have a parent living yet, and even … Continue reading →

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Going to My Room

Posted on September 30, 2019 by sputterpub

What I appreciate about alone is talking to myself where you can’t hear, where I can gorge on words without a bone to pick with anyone, for no one’s near. My parents used to send me to my room when … Continue reading →

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