Author Archives: sputterpub

Near Home

Meandering through campus on my wayto BART to Muni to the neighborhoodI visit twice a week, I shot a rayof sun on water wending in the wood;I photographed for keeping its display.I’ve passed this spot and always found it goodfor … Continue reading

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Another Wave

A tide of Covid cycles through again.My baby’s family has now been struck.The father first detected it at 10on Saturday – that prior evening’s guckin throat was more than normal vernal phlegm.Today we learned the scion didn’t duckinfection, but we … Continue reading

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Reuse

There used to stand a sort of body shop,a DIY affair three blocks from me,with little signs of life that seemed to stopfour years ago or so. Activitydid not resume before For Sale appeared.And then the Notices announced a plannedconstruction … Continue reading

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Azure

I wonder why I’m feeling somewhat sad.I noticed it last night and it’s still here.I sense within unease, though I’m not madand I’m not sick. I don’t detect a fearor hurt. I’m loved by all whom I hold dear.I overate … Continue reading

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The Argument

The modem and the router have to talk,and something made mine argue overnight.I woke and had no internet. My squawkwas modulated – I behaved all right –a round of non-electric tasks was quitea worthy use of time till I could … Continue reading

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Deciduosity

As autumn leaches chlorophyll from leaves,the colors that appear were always there.I hear when green is gone, the leaf achievesits basic qualities. And I don’t careif fact supports that – witnessing the wearof age revealed my father’s gentleness.As my own … Continue reading

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Could Be

We’ve wondered what is keeping her on earth.She’s not amassing wisdom, but maybeshe senses the dysfunction since my birthand realizes, no doubt subconsciously,if she were dead I’d pen her eulogy.Alive she can continue the abuseand I, so old myself, at … Continue reading

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Realization

I often try imagining how youare sensing now, or what it is to besomebody else. But I don’t have a cluehow it feels to be clinically depressed.Although I can be low at times, or blue,my serotonin levels must be good.So … Continue reading

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Marquise

Describing what it’s feeling like to ageand watch my peers advancing by my side,I sense we’re all condensing. Like our gaugeis dialed back, and where it once was wideis narrowed and it’s concentrating traitsthat bloomed a quarter century from birth,that … Continue reading

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Forcing Fallacy

I have to lie, although that means I throwa game we said we’d honor till we die.The whining for “I’m sorry” makes me knowI have to lie. It’s not my fault she’s bothered. She won’t tryexamining herself as cause of … Continue reading

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