Category Archives: Personality

Pete’ll Eat It (3-Pete)

Posted on November 15, 2019 by sputterpub

My cousin was a sturdy fragile boy, sun-sensitive and dad-less in LA, who often visited. Then he’d enjoy our walks-and-talks, and time my father made for him – we welcomed him with love and board – we corresponded when apart … Continue reading →

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Re Pete

Posted on November 13, 2019 by sputterpub

The first defender of my poetry is dead. When I was young, my brothers shot at birds and rabbits in the scrub and scree behind the school. Their cruelty made me hot with indignation comforting to vent. My cousin, older, … Continue reading →

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Cuz (Pete)

Posted on November 11, 2019 by sputterpub

The grief engulfed me when I tried to speak. Of course I mourned your unexpected death, but as I talked my tears began to leak, informing me along with ragged breath. You weren’t young but weren’t ancient yet. You’d had … Continue reading →

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Guilty Pleasure

Posted on November 7, 2019 by sputterpub

I ought to read some history, acquire perspective that may help me comprehend this modern world’s complexity, or higher stuff like pure philosophy. I tend instead to gravitate to fiction’s world, and even there I rarely take a chance on … Continue reading →

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Leisure

Posted on October 18, 2019 by sputterpub

All of a sudden I seem to have hours to spare. But that’s a delusion – I always had leisure, in fact. I just used to smoke more and play more TriPeaks solitaire (and FreeCell and Klondike, if history should … Continue reading →

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Runway Closure

Posted on October 14, 2019 by sputterpub

The news reports were frightening of course: a runway closed at SFO – a mess become debacle, all described, the source experts and passengers, the fear and stress attention-grabbing. Texts and folks advised I fly another date, another field – … Continue reading →

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Red Red Rose

Posted on September 3, 2019 by sputterpub

I said I didn’t love the hybrid rose, for unattractive foliage and fuss. Its fragrance used to overwhelm my nose. Its thorns are piercing to the limbs of us. A gift of scissored roses seemed to me akin to the … Continue reading →

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Love is a Symptom

Posted on August 15, 2019 by sputterpub

With love the subject of the poems and songs, and love the object people crave the most, philosophers assume that love belongs atop the list of human wants. A host of minds agree on that, excluding mine. We know our … Continue reading →

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Social Silence

Posted on June 18, 2019 by sputterpub

I ought to take a compliment with poise, accept a testimonial with ease. But I’m as apt to croak a phlegmy noise as speak politely. Seldom do I please myself in shopping for another’s gift, and I from what I … Continue reading →

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Villefranche Sur Mer

Posted on June 10, 2019 by sputterpub

Before me spreads the topic coast of France: a stop unplanned, selected as the wind entangled Monaco. The tour’s mischance betakes us here, a panorama spinned because the anchors let us turn a bit, the view resorts on shore and … Continue reading →

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