Category Archives: Civics

Assurance

Posted on September 17, 2020 by sputterpub

I told my brother and I told my mom,four years ago, when all were blown away,when voting tallies hit us like a bomb –“There will not be a wall.” That dreadful daywas just an introduction to the messour culture would … Continue reading →

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Fourth Grade

Posted on September 15, 2020 by sputterpub

We chanted “I am rubber. You are glue,”when someone playground-called pejoratives.“Your words bounce off of me and stick to you.”And that’s a clue, when comprehending Trump.We’ve learned he won’t say anything that’s true,but also understand the names he callsare properly … Continue reading →

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Time Lapse

Posted on September 10, 2020 by sputterpub

I wrote this poem a week ago, when Iwas moving slowly, woefully depressed.I woke again to ashen air, white sky,and blue within. Of course I was distressedby politics, infection, how we’ve messedwith planetary goods. We fail. We’re toast.Rebounding with no … Continue reading →

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Junk Mail

Posted on September 8, 2020 by sputterpub

Deleting emails every day, I findthey’re poorly crafted and irrelevant,for half are retail offers not designedfor staying home with shopping funds unspent;the balance are political in plea –they’re begging a donation out of me.A robot urges, using my first nameas … Continue reading →

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End Game

Posted on September 6, 2020 by sputterpub

My mother says of late she’s glad she’s old.At 94 she’s odd, but that’s not new.She’s lost her spouse and siblings, but she toldme that’s not what her blues are owing to.Disgusted with the politics and press,she claims she can’t … Continue reading →

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Indictment

Posted on September 3, 2020 by sputterpub

          I’ve been alive and watching all this time;I’ve voted in elections 50 years.I guess I missed our country in its prime;although I’ve seen an increase in careersfor women and enhanced mobility,I haven’t felt us triumph … Continue reading →

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Call to (Dis) Arms

Posted on August 25, 2020 by sputterpub

At 13 years, my baby and his friend were booted off a local user group for hacking. Neither meaning to offend, the breach was bad but when we got the scoop, we parents were discreetly proud to hear our boys … Continue reading →

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Build Back Better

Posted on August 24, 2020 by sputterpub

I almost died when I was 35; emergencies and error laid me low. But after weeks of pain I was alive – they pulled my tubes the night before I’d go back home, and left me in my sterile cell, … Continue reading →

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Futility

Posted on August 15, 2020 by sputterpub

The future isn’t boding well, and yet, I’m doubtful that it ever has before. Supposed to learn from history, we let today distract. Instead of knowing more, we act as if it’s different. We forget, we never knew or, even … Continue reading →

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Fourth Fail

Posted on August 14, 2020 by sputterpub

The (unelected) unelect’s a sure deficient in intelligence and sense. I’d call the man a moron, but he’s more insidious than that, with lies immense and myriad – a plethora of bad, and everything he states should be ignored. He … Continue reading →

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