Author Archives: sputterpub

Not Dead Yet

Posted on August 6, 2018 by sputterpub

Six weeks ago I wrenched my lower back. I’m happy to announce, as of today I feel recovered from that deep attack, and though some time was spent in pain, dismay and grouchiness, at least at last I healed. My … Continue reading →

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The Rise of Ignorance

Posted on August 2, 2018 by sputterpub

Deliberately I choose to walk to BART. The news makes me feel headachy and tense. I figure something on my way will start me laughing or at least deflect. Defense against reality by exercise and air: I’ll breathe in depth … Continue reading →

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Remodeling Dreams

Posted on July 31, 2018 by sputterpub

Eleven years ago I bought this place. I jettisoned some books and sundry stuff, to fit my living in a smaller space, and I was charmed and comfortable enough. But time has passed; I’m older, and I’ve learned what bugs … Continue reading →

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Mr. B’s Phonograph

Posted on July 30, 2018 by sputterpub

One day when I was ten and in 5th grade, the teacher spun a record for us all. I can’t remember what the needle played, but I can see the phonograph – a small appliance on a table in the … Continue reading →

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Lies

Posted on July 26, 2018 by sputterpub

I didn’t get it when I was a kid. I still don’t understand or recognize a culture that insists I act as bid by portions of a book that sanctifies barbarity, selectively ignored, composed by no one holy to advise, … Continue reading →

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FMV

Posted on July 24, 2018 by sputterpub

There’s no Fair Market Value for a poem. Equipment isn’t needed to proceed. It’s folk-art that can be composed at home and won’t pay, so I won’t pay you to read. With so few viewing every chosen word, I’d be … Continue reading →

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Averse

Posted on July 23, 2018 by sputterpub

Less confrontational than you’d expect, considering her New York origin, trained early with impatience to reject the banal and the bland, and play to win, she moves and speaks so fast you’ll think her tough, but she will pull her … Continue reading →

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Bayarea

Posted on July 19, 2018 by sputterpub

“I feel a little guilty,” someone said to me last week, “because I don’t attend events this place is famous for. Instead I stick to home, avoiding traffic, spend my weekends in my yard, my neighborhood, my livingroom.” I boggled … Continue reading →

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Sot

Posted on July 17, 2018 by sputterpub

I want to like her but she drinks too much, and isn’t near as fun to be around as she must think she is. She’s apt to touch me needlessly, repeat herself, expound on criticisms victims overhear, embarrass me and … Continue reading →

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Inspiration

Posted on July 16, 2018 by sputterpub

“You oughta be a lawyer,” Mama said; “the way you always argue” she would add. She meant no compliment, but sought instead to quiet and suppress me. Even Dad who seemed to like me aimed to modify my passion, my … Continue reading →

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