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Posted on December 15, 2014 by sputterpub

I can’t remember how to write a poem. Rehearsing meter roughly I begin to chant iambic as I walk from home, enjoying cashmere warm against my chin, appreciating wool around my neck, in love with fluffy gray upon my ears. … Continue reading →

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ReMed

Posted on December 12, 2014 by sputterpub

An oval of compounded dope as white as pharmacy and not prescribed for me I swallowed with a sip of water right before I started work, and now I’m free of pain in head or neck. Unpleasant smell I have … Continue reading →

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Lit Crit (III of III)

Posted on December 11, 2014 by sputterpub

“Bathroom’s all yours, Mom.” Sharon strides silk-aswish into her favorite room. She makes music water on water, and lovely in the mirror. She takes a hundred moments to appreciate herself. Then she thinks again about Saul’s prose. He writes well. … Continue reading →

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Lit Crit (II of III)

Posted on December 10, 2014 by sputterpub

Sharon being the oldest child observed her parents. Being the daughter the reader, she kept a diary. She took notes. She is fortunate to have parents long into her life, and she is able to see them in perspective. Watching … Continue reading →

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Lit Crit (I of III)

Posted on December 9, 2014 by sputterpub

Sometimes they go too far. Into the rarified air of their art. Painters do it, with cubes and splashes and excursions into the process. Composers do it, at the edges of variations, around the corners of jazz. Decadents do it, … Continue reading →

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90 Days

Posted on December 8, 2014 by sputterpub

Too many days but not a lot of time will pass before I hear your voice aloud, before we soar beyond our prose or rhyme, before your back is arched, my neck is bowed, our hands are moving where they … Continue reading →

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Apostrophe

Posted on December 5, 2014 by sputterpub

Come – ask me why I left my mother’s womb. (The answer’s absolutely need for space.) Considering the question in my room and on the streets, I look in any face, at every posture, spy and listen, scan around me … Continue reading →

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Brutus (End)

Posted on December 4, 2014 by sputterpub

We both slept in a little. I kept thinking about Jase and Lani, and probably the subject kept David up too. It was after 10 when we hit the kitchen, and David started making the usual pancakes and twisted bacon … Continue reading →

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Brutus (Middle)

Posted on December 3, 2014 by sputterpub

Jason is a jerk. He has been angry all his life (I’m only five years older than him, and I remember him rearing back in anger as a babe-in-arms, trying to bite us when he got frustrated, throwing his ever-fattening … Continue reading →

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Brutus (Beginning)

Posted on December 2, 2014 by sputterpub

My uncle David is the nicest guy I know. Mom says that’s because Grandma was depressed when he was little, and David could make her smile by acting cute and lovable, but all of that took place 50 years ago, … Continue reading →

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