Category Archives: Poetry

What Comes with Crows

Posted on December 26, 2022 by sputterpub

Sometimes the bird shit is hard to ignore –splats of bright white on the deck.Waking this morning I paused at the door,arrested by more than a speck.A crow had released a catharsis beforeI arose, but not long did it wreckmy … Continue reading →

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Foolish Fortune

Posted on December 25, 2022 by sputterpub

The final jobs were finished yesterday,resurfacing the bulk in front of me.They hung the entry lights and the displayof house address and mostly, finally,the box where mail is put for them and me.Of course they chose all wrong: house numbers … Continue reading →

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Appointment Postponed

Posted on December 24, 2022 by sputterpub

On Tuesday morning she was so concernedabout a foster kid who’s 38,she planned to see his doctor with him, yearnedto question protocols and advocatefor tests and facts – whatever could be learned.By Thursday when he said he might be late,her … Continue reading →

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Kindergarten Art

Posted on December 23, 2022 by sputterpub

The artist worked in watercolor ona pastel-rendered outline of balloon.He used his favorite hue for what was drawn,and backed it with good contrast. Afternoonwas picked to showcase artwork that would soonbe moved to home to quickly disappear.So I’ll preserve his … Continue reading →

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After an Early Task

Posted on December 22, 2022 by sputterpub

Exertion that’s required can produceexquisite feeling after it is done.I had to leave my home and put in usecommuting skills, too early to be fun.My coffee I’d the tactic to reduce(so bladder pressure ratcheted to none).Two hours later I attained … Continue reading →

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DMV Appointment

Posted on December 21, 2022 by sputterpub

Today I have to brave the DMV.My license shows an expiration datethat’s coming soon. I have PTSDfrom when I last endured their stink and wait.But after this, I get a REAL IDthat’s good for years, according to the state.My shopping’s … Continue reading →

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December in My Shed Office

Posted on December 20, 2022 by sputterpub

This month and next the temperature’s as lowas it will be all year, at my address.It isn’t even freezing, but you knowwe aren’t built to weather frostiness.I use a wooden shed to store the messof paper, upright bike, and my … Continue reading →

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Encouraging Masks

Posted on December 19, 2022 by sputterpub

Does your mask despair?The positive sign at BARTaddresses that plight.

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Biddy and the Bitch

Posted on December 18, 2022 by sputterpub

It’s rainy. I don’t want to make a fuss.I’m fit but old and home is beckoning.I try to exit (rear door) from the bus –“Excuse me” doesn’t budge youth reckoningI’ll edge aside – I get to hear her cusswhile boarding, … Continue reading →

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The Boomer Network

Posted on December 17, 2022 by sputterpub

In 1998, when Google cameupon the scene, and still 9 years beforethe iPhone introduction, I could claima quarter century of office work.Then pension plan consulting was the namedescribing us, and when we needed help,we called on colleagues, brain-stormed: all aflamewith … Continue reading →

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