Author Archives: sputterpub

Thanksgiving

Posted on November 23, 2011 by sputterpub

Surveying me as I depart from home, I stipulate to happiness today. So light and clear it’s hard to make a poem and if I die this afternoon, I say it needn’t be more wonderful than this: dependents well, acknowledgment … Continue reading →

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Fat Club

Posted on November 22, 2011 by sputterpub

I speak for every female ever fat in mind or mood or belly, butt or thighs. Presumptuous pronouncements are my chat and this apparent fitness my disguise. For I am fat in memory and fears beneath the slender shape I … Continue reading →

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Steam

Posted on November 21, 2011 by sputterpub

I cooked and ladled chowder for us three. I served it to each person with a roll. When Danny saw the steam, he questioned me: Why does it tumble upward from the bowl? He let me look through eyes not … Continue reading →

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See Betty Be

Posted on November 18, 2011 by sputterpub

Dick and Jane take Betty for their friend: introduce themselves and spend a year acquainting each with other, and intend to get the truth of her and be her peer. Betty is a person self-contained and balanced in her own … Continue reading →

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Profiling

Posted on November 17, 2011 by sputterpub

Eugene’s Mahlon Sweet Field is one of the nicest airports I’ve ever used. It’s like Oakland’s in the 70s: small and friendly and easy to understand. I spend time there nowadays, and I collect little experiences. In mid-October I was … Continue reading →

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Avalon

Posted on November 16, 2011 by sputterpub

I wondered awhile ago about the word “apple.” I looked it up recently and I have a few comments. It’s as fundamental and basic as we all suspect. The word means itself and may figure in every significant culture. Or … Continue reading →

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Dragonfly

Posted on November 15, 2011 by sputterpub

I am attracted to the dancing rhythm of alternating 7-beat lines with 5s. Sometimes I indulge that attraction. I started this one when I was 43, recollecting 20 years ago then. I remember Feather River camping in July. Creek and … Continue reading →

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Entropy

Posted on November 14, 2011 by sputterpub

If I’m ever going to be bilingual, and it’s a semi-goal, my second language will be Spanish. I spent formative years in Chula Vista, where my exposure was so consistent that I could read it at an elementary level, and … Continue reading →

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Construction

Posted on November 11, 2011 by sputterpub

I made a little cottage out of straw and then I raised an edifice of sticks. They each accommodated natural law, and nothing stood until I built of bricks. For straw is fodder for the beastly cud, and sticks are … Continue reading →

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The Key to the Kingdom

Posted on November 10, 2011 by sputterpub

Once upon a time there was a kind and prosperous king, whose only child was a daughter. The king had a queen who doesn’t figure into the story very much, except that she lived long enough never to saddle her … Continue reading →

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