Category Archives: Poetry

The Cost of Good Deeds

Posted on October 28, 2022 by sputterpub

Because I took the job of paying bills for all five owners of this property, and seeking reimbursement for the spills advanced on their behalf by only me, and due to the protections and the drills established for “our own … Continue reading →

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After a Dream

Posted on October 27, 2022 by sputterpub

I wonder have I grown too old to like a peer, if I could meet one interesting? Perhaps my heart’s too callused now and sore, and throbbed too many times to sense the spike of Cupid’s arrow loosed while on … Continue reading →

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These Old Bones

Posted on October 26, 2022 by sputterpub

Restarting yoga after 17 days resting, testing to recovery, I understand the practice more, and mean to focus my intention with each breath. I took the floor right after some caffeine and poetry, and relished every pose. Although I’m not … Continue reading →

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Well Again

Posted on October 25, 2022 by sputterpub

Now I declare I’m back. I’ve tested thrice the last six days — each time was negative. I didn’t pay a heavy Covid price: my lungs were spared; the fever didn’t give me worse than weary feeling, almost nice. It … Continue reading →

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Octad

Posted on October 24, 2022 by sputterpub

I’m trying not to think ahead too much — indeed that habit only makes me fret. While thoughtfulness is fine, I need to clutch the Covid lesson, so I don’t forget to live each day in present tense, and let … Continue reading →

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My Glossary

Posted on October 23, 2022 by sputterpub

When someone says they’re proud of what a friend accomplished or the way a soul behaved, I get it, but I more than comprehend — to me the feeling pride suggests they saved or urged or counseled, had some agency, … Continue reading →

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Lassitude

Posted on October 22, 2022 by sputterpub

I’m feeling bland and somewhat out of sorts. Recovered now, I do not understand. I’m like a gem that’s really made of quartz. I’m feeling bland. My health improves; I ought to put my hand to tasks deferred, and yet … Continue reading →

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Impotence

Posted on October 21, 2022 by sputterpub

I’m told they can’t repair my internet as long as there is scaffolding out front. Of course that doesn’t settle my upset (no splice available, no splint or shunt?). But what’s the point in voicing gripe or grunt? There’s no … Continue reading →

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Early Rising

Posted on October 20, 2022 by sputterpub

I don’t know why I woke at 4 a.m. I wasn’t worried. Had I had enough of rest in 10 days home? I doubt the REM was adequate — my eyelids feel as rough as if I were awake all … Continue reading →

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Slow Return

Posted on October 19, 2022 by sputterpub

Resuming regular activities by increments, because it’s been 10 days, I’m tentative, and anyhow I’ll please supporting individuals in ways that may not constitute necessities, but I won’t agitate for my old plays. For now indulging in sweet gratitude, I’ll … Continue reading →

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