Category Archives: Poetry

2 Blue

Posted on December 15, 2020 by sputterpub

Historically, I don’t stay down 3 days –I may feel sad but nothing like depressed,and after 60 hours blue, the phasewears off regardless of how much I’m stressed.All Sunday and through Monday I obsessedabout our public health, economyand independent businesses. … Continue reading →

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Shopping

Posted on December 14, 2020 by sputterpub

It’s times like these I wish I liked to buy.The season is upon me. I have means,computer, family. Compelled to tryto send them gifts, I leaf through magazinesand catalogs, attempting to complywith social orders during quarantines.The work demands odd creativity,suppressing … Continue reading →

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Good Medicine

Posted on December 13, 2020 by sputterpub

When I was 35 my body broke.While I recovered health, I realizedhow vital’s my mobility. I woketo buy a bike and soon I exercisedeach morning, building strength and curbing stress.I did the work at home, in privacy.Between career and parent … Continue reading →

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Yard Work

Posted on December 12, 2020 by sputterpub

I aimed to collect the debrisno longer attached to the tree.I knelt on the groundto amass what I found,and now my low back’s paining me.

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Scary Bright

Posted on December 11, 2020 by sputterpub

The baby was both beautiful and bright,her features delicate, her mind full range.Her parents viewed and hugged her with delight,but then the mother started acting strange.As if afraid of brilliance, or repelledby infant helplessness becoming strengthof will, she marshaled any … Continue reading →

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We Never Covered Cousins

Posted on December 10, 2020 by sputterpub

I’ve always been a talker, partly sobecause I love good words and memory,but also to invite my friends to showthemselves with narrative and history.At 20 I was sure I understoodmy closest friends – we talked incessantly.I think we thought our … Continue reading →

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Life’s Labors

Posted on December 9, 2020 by sputterpub

It never stops. As long as I’m alive,I think there will be labors tossed my way,from challenges that power me to striveor sob, to complications that dismay.No sooner do I X things off my listthan some recur and others rise … Continue reading →

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Sidewalk

Posted on December 8, 2020 by sputterpub

Old sidewalks crack and buckle near big treesand over land that trembles during quakes,so pathways that should let us stroll with easecan be disruptive. Here’s a ledge that makesa rising step, and there’s a slab upthrust(Sequoia sempervirens isn’t small).I treat … Continue reading →

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No Parole

Posted on December 7, 2020 by sputterpub

We locked down in Marchand didn’t reopen, butnow renew arrest.

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Late Theft

Posted on December 6, 2020 by sputterpub

Well finally the leaves begin to turn;the fall has been delayed by climate change.For weeks our land and forests were a-burn,and now the local fauna’s acting strange.The critters that should shelter won’t adjourn –they flit and fly and don’t reduce … Continue reading →

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