Category Archives: Poetry

Remember When?

Posted on February 12, 2022 by sputterpub

Remember when a 4 year-old could ailand nobody would run an antigenevaluation? Parents didn’t flail.Remember when? No talk included PCR back then.We caught a cold and griped, but wouldn’t rail.We didn’t fret at viral origin. We never cared what you … Continue reading →

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Herniation

Posted on February 11, 2022 by sputterpub

In over 30 days away from thoseI’m used to hanging with, two days a week,although I exercised after I rosemost days, exhaling with good breath technique,I had occasion for surprise to speakto me – percussively, about my spine.In hoists and … Continue reading →

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For 20 Days

Posted on February 10, 2022 by sputterpub

I write these lines on two two twenty-two.Admiring the number of the date,and knowing 20 days ahead I’ll viewan even longer set, I’ll set a goal(or 2!) for head and heart. Each day I’ll doa little thinking in a foreign … Continue reading →

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Ricotta Cake

Posted on February 9, 2022 by sputterpub

Ricotta lemon muffins were my trywhen I was home alone last week and bored.I wandered to the market but, oh my,I couldn’t find the extract. Walking towardmy kitchen I thought juice could substitute –the Internet confirmed that with advice.Without the … Continue reading →

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Bubble Stretch

Posted on February 8, 2022 by sputterpub

The bubble didn’t burst, but it increasedin volume, now that Omicron has dipped –it made a little room for me at least.They took a test and masks and, so equipped,they drove to my address and then releasedthe hugs our recent … Continue reading →

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Sweep Needs

Posted on February 7, 2022 by sputterpub

There lives an old woman near here,her cottage secluded and dear.But the overhead treepelts her deck with debris –she has to keep sweeping it clear.

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Dream Sense

Posted on February 6, 2022 by sputterpub

I heard awhile ago that when we dream,it’s black-and-white our mind’s eye will depict.But I remember colors, so I deemthat notion incorrect and nothing strict.It’s not like one can test and then predict –the truth is in the dreamer’s sleep … Continue reading →

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Obscure Clarity

Posted on February 5, 2022 by sputterpub

I penetrated morning fog, and sawa nexus clear as dream and sharp as steam –distinctive link emerged from natural law,delineating to and fro from seem.I peered. I liked. I stepped from theme to scheme.Behind was stale, beyond a beckoningto patience, … Continue reading →

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Reading Three Books

Posted on February 3, 2022 by sputterpub

A novel novel’s in my hands today,expensive and well-written, but alas,it seems to lack a plot. For English classit may suffice, but me it turns awayto open neuroscience newly bought.Then how I wish the author better taught!Too thick with anecdotes, … Continue reading →

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Noise Pollution

Posted on February 2, 2022 by sputterpub

The car alarms are bad, but backup horns are worse.The first would be okay if stopping theft.The latter interrupts attention like a curse,and leaves us home inhabitants bereftand longing for a break from penetrating noise,when no one is endangered by … Continue reading →

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