Category Archives: Poetry

Obstaculitis

Posted on October 4, 2025 by sputterpub

Congested traffic Friday afternoonwas neighbor-notable at half past 2.My amble was at normal pace, but soonI overtook 4 dozen cars. A slewof drivers changed their course by yaw and skew,but I proceeded happy on concrete.I never passed the cause of … Continue reading →

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Breakage

Posted on October 3, 2025 by sputterpub

A chasm yawns between two bosom friendsthat history and loyalty can’t span.One focuses on memory, intendsto recollect correctly, with a planfor clarity. The other always spendsher stamina on feeling. Neither canrepair a bridge as footings shake apart –attempts cause ache … Continue reading →

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Homing

Posted on October 2, 2025 by sputterpub

The trip was good – vacations always provehow beneficial is a change of scene,a variance in how I daily move,a welcome stirring break from all routine.But time adjustment time, and jogs betweendescendant dens, have kept me on the roam.At last … Continue reading →

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No Air Share

Posted on October 1, 2025 by sputterpub

The two old white guys on the plane near meassumed that I would yield whatever spacethey wanted, though they each moved mindlesslyand neither seemed to have a thoughtful face.But maybe that’s inaccurate – I seesuch lack of focus, every time … Continue reading →

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The Turnaround

Posted on September 30, 2025 by sputterpub

When we arrived, she wasn’t feeling well.Her attitude was obstinate and stressed.Before she started carping we could tell,although we knew it wasn’t lack of rest.She spoke and acted like she was depressed.We had to give the restaurant a shove,but wine … Continue reading →

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Ever-Blow

Posted on September 29, 2025 by sputterpub

The guy insulted me while dining out,although he knew the meal would be my treat.He spoke as if I weren’t there, no doubtdeluded that his words were wise and neat.I didn’t quibble and I didn’t shout.That blowhard never learned to … Continue reading →

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Filling

Posted on September 28, 2025 by sputterpub

Two pages left, and then I’ll have to findanother little notebook I can takewith me, and transiting express the kindof ideas that meanderings half-bake:impressions I will cook on open mindand temper as I rest from muscle ache.I used to toss … Continue reading →

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Owie Wowie

Posted on September 27, 2025 by sputterpub

I doubt it was the pipeline yesterday;we hiked that metal grate with lengthened stride.It must have been the morning lunge and sway,from warrior to grounding knee. I sighedbut still I carried on with postured pride;it seemed as if I could … Continue reading →

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Gracitude

Posted on September 26, 2025 by sputterpub

A strange attack of equanimitybesets me now, although I understandmy choice of words is not what it should be,except the case is wonderfully unplanned.I don’t know if I’m glad deservedly,or if it’s simple aging – did I landon happiness by … Continue reading →

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Oh No

Posted on September 25, 2025 by sputterpub

It isn’t that I had a task to dothis afternoon. At home I would have readand napped. I had no projects to pursue,but sure I’d have preferred it there insteadof sitting in the airport when time bledas slow as sludge … Continue reading →

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