Category Archives: Poetry

Watching Birds

Posted on May 2, 2022 by sputterpub

Four mornings watching birds take food outsidesome windows that I visit now and then,have entertained and taught. Identifiedby plumage as they flit and light again,assorted by their size and where stripes narrow,I know a nuthatch from a finch or sparrow.

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Travel Pix

Posted on May 1, 2022 by sputterpub

Outside the bike shop, waiting in the car,digesting lunch I gladly paid to eat(while visiting, 500 miles faraway, where loved ones live and snacks are sweet),I gazed at scenes unlike the sights my streetaffords: a different cityscape than home.I ventured … Continue reading →

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The Problem with Me

Posted on April 30, 2022 by sputterpub

The problem with me is, in order to feelalive and awake just like I used to be,I have to advise while I try to concealthe problem with me. Though you may accuse me of jerking a knee,I’m speaking my truth … Continue reading →

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On She Who Would Be Loved

Posted on April 29, 2022 by sputterpub

Her sister’s plan seems odd to both our wits,but we decide to live without a man,so we see strategy that contradictsher sister’s plan. Continuing cohabitation’s spanis destined for more punishment, and bitsof bitterness. We’d rather watch a ban. But we’re … Continue reading →

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Impatience Locations

Posted on April 28, 2022 by sputterpub

We note variety in her and me.I get impatient when I wait at home.Her antsiness occurs more publicly,while waiting for her banker or a friend.But she’s no issue with late companyto her address – she bides with little tasks.I think … Continue reading →

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Bites of Wise

Posted on April 27, 2022 by sputterpub

At times the good do bad, an actor said,and too the bad do good. The script went on.Those phrases found a home inside my head,and replay often now the movie’s gone.That’s wisdom I pray will not be withdrawn,just as I … Continue reading →

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Brew Mistress

Posted on April 26, 2022 by sputterpub

My brother says my coffee is the best.It drives his partner crazy when he does.For sure she roasts fresh beans, and shoots expressedpure-water steam through grounds to brew her buzz,while I used staler stuff. My maker wasa careless purchase, seldom … Continue reading →

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Phone Dreams

Posted on April 25, 2022 by sputterpub

Two nights ago, I dreamt I missed your call.I didn’t answer when you phoned at 6a.m., a time you said we chose (of allthe hours possible, nobody pickspre-dawn). This morning’s dreaming: I’m asprawlin phones that look like mine, in random … Continue reading →

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Naked Limbs

Posted on April 24, 2022 by sputterpub

My route to BART is level, scenic, fine.It passes through two neighborhoods of storesand blocks of homes and gardens that alignwith asphalt streets and concrete walks. Outdoorsis lovely all the way, adorned with scoresof trees. I notice one specifically:well-shaped and … Continue reading →

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Bone Yard

Posted on April 23, 2022 by sputterpub

While reading news about how far we’ve sunk,I heard a thud of something hit the deck.I looked to find the reason for the clunk,and there was evidence of body wreckthat dropped from high. It wasn’t any skunk.A squirrel or raccoon … Continue reading →

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