Author Archives: sputterpub

Decomposition

Alone is worse, perhaps, but maybe not.This year our conversation’s like a curse.I used to like to talk with you a lot.Alone is worse? We’re neither so infirm we need a nurse,and though there’s nouns I know you have forgot,I … Continue reading →

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2 Cents

I know you work on balance, heart and mindand body too, and you are 48.To expectations I am not inclined –comparing paths is vain – we can’t equateour progress for you’re scores of years behind(a generation, if we calibrate).Advice is … Continue reading →

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Bracketing

As when a high-rise building is allowedto stand above, behind, and at each sideof some historic storefront, there’s a crowdof new construction bordering my prideand joy, the haven where I love to bide.My cottage has existed 80 yearswithout a neighbor. … Continue reading →

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A Seasonal Tree

The persimmons hangas ornaments from leaf-lostDecember branches.

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A Small Change

The solitaire was challenging today.I should have stopped – I have a lot to do.But I indulged a stubborn drive to play,and that resulted in an altered viewof what and when desires I’d pursue.The sweet result was hours I enjoyed … Continue reading →

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Her Guilt

She needs her guilt. She has to feel that sinkof self-esteem that pushes her to wilt.Erect she’s off. No matter what you think,she needs her guilt. Pathology has brought her to a tiltwithout an avenue except to brinkof darkness where … Continue reading →

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An Answer

I used to wonder at discourtesy –that drivers will act so impatientlywhen piloting from point A to point Bin vehicles that move so rapidly.I asked my brother and I queried friends.I entertained a theory that transcendsall logic, and another one … Continue reading →

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Eyes

“You have kind eyes,” the cashier said to me,while ringing up five items at the store.I smiled, and I thanked him pleasantly,and carried that and backpack through the door.The notion stuck. I thought on it some more,and maybe that’s the … Continue reading →

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Unlikely

Unlikely this existence had to be –a life-allowing planet first of all;a primate’s gradual abilityto walk and climb and run, that used to crawl;that reproduced a line successfully,by gamete generated to enthralladults to nurture me to fully grown…I’m grateful for … Continue reading →

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To the Sot’s Partner

Impossible to rehabilitateif ultimatum’s used to push or pull.That’s common but no way to motivate:impossible. She has no work to be responsibleabout; she doesn’t move and won’t create;she’s home all day; her plate is never full. In solitude, how can … Continue reading →

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