Author Archives: sputterpub

Policy

She said that’s not the way she picks a book,when I suggested browsing website stacks.Her strident tone of voice was all it tookto redirect my talk. I didn’t waxsarcastic or remind her how she’d lookwith scorn and cringe at similar … Continue reading

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The Hyper Horde

The hyper horde of freshmen have besetmy town of late. They pouredfrom cars, offloading gear, incurring debt:the hyper horde. In blue-and-yellow gear they arrowed towardlong registration lines, to stand and sweat,while I avoided streets they tour-explored. But waiting for my … Continue reading

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Nextdoor Noise

It seems Nextdoor attracts a local groupwith whom I wouldn’t party or converseabout the things that interest me. Each scoopof news reports a lurk or something worse:invasion caught on camera from a stoop;smashed auto glass; a shoving grab of purse.They … Continue reading

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Moody Mystery

Is this unease I feel? What’s bugging me?My health is good, the weather’s fine; todayI have no tasks, no place I have to be,and as I run an intimate survey,I’ve not offended friends or family.I haven’t lost my memory or … Continue reading

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On 17th, in August

I’m not a nudist but I’ve been aroundsome clothing-optional environments:hot tubs, exotic beaches, places foundin wilderness or travel. No offensewas ever offered and I try to groundmy vision, but to me it makes no senseto bare the skin to San … Continue reading

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Fauna Report

A skunk explored the garden yesterdayat 10 a.m. – a little late to show.Twelve hours later raccoons raced their wayacross my roof. They thumped and scurried so,I nearly yelled through skylights – “time to go!”I found a moving bug inside … Continue reading

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Will Pillow

My thoughts are stuffed with pillows recently,inspired by a sham that shows some stain,compounded by a purchase bought for me –a cushion filled with buckwheat hulls, a mainsupport I’ve taken to use frequently.The sham is old – it’s more than … Continue reading

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This Kindle Book

I want to be engaged but I’m annoyed –bad grammar, sentence fragments, run-ons too.If they were used deliberately, employedin aid of narrative or ringing trueto dialect, supporting point of view,well that would be excuse. But this is bad.The plot’s okay, … Continue reading

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Traffic Monitors

My mood was good already, but it rosea little higher when I saw the birds –two pigeons gazing roadward in a posesuggesting they were monitors of cars.They perched, wings folded, steel beneath their toes,and seemed when traffic passed them to … Continue reading

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Vehemention

Her argument was vehement and fast –abrupt and cold refusal to abetmy statement there’s a difference (nothing vast)in quality of parents siblings get.Maintaining that her sister knew the sameattention, action, discipline she had,for they were close in age (two years), … Continue reading

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