Category Archives: Poetry

Little Bubbles

Posted on December 5, 2020 by sputterpub

Irrational, all spring I felt immune.I masked and cancelled flights, but somehow “knew”I wouldn’t catch the virus. Nothing June,July or later scared me to pursuehygienic measures stricter than before.My habits set, my bubble grew a bit.But lately I am nervous, … Continue reading →

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Doing

Posted on December 4, 2020 by sputterpub

I didn’t want to exercise today.Considering a break, I thought I mightjust hunker down and snuggle, in the wayI did when I was young and slept all night.But something in my body seemed to say“Just try it. You can stop … Continue reading →

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Gas Attack

Posted on December 3, 2020 by sputterpub

At 20 I was seized with torso pain,affecting breath and posture. At a guess,the doctor said gall bladder ill was plain(which really was bad gas from too much stress).I learned from that how nervous I can be(that’s different from hysterical, … Continue reading →

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Another Pause

Posted on December 2, 2020 by sputterpub

Nine months ago, I felt I wouldn’t catchCoronavirus (stupid thing to say –like everyone, I’d no idea what batchof viral particles it takes to slay),but lately things feel different – yesterdayI learned the nanny in our bubble’s ill.We hope it … Continue reading →

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(Year) End in Sight

Posted on December 1, 2020 by sputterpub

I never lived a stranger year than this:beset by dire virus we don’t fight;our so-called leaders dim as we witnesstheir derelictions flaunted in plain sight;the CEOs and generals remiss;our institutions fraught and breaking right.And I’m so slow it takes all … Continue reading →

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Lootin’ for Putin

Posted on November 30, 2020 by sputterpub

I’m still addicted to the nightly news,and not surprised to hear that 45attempts to wreck the lobby, and abuseas much as possible while we evicthim from the white hotel. We won’t excusethe damage, but we can’t restrain the rat.We grit … Continue reading →

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My Humble Perspective

Posted on November 29, 2020 by sputterpub

Concluding long ago God must be greatenough that It would never act as lowas human emperors, I didn’t hatereligion but I knew too much to throwanthropomorphic attitude around.A deity deserving of respectwould not require foreheads on the groundor posture bending … Continue reading →

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One for Each Decade and Another for Good Luck

Posted on November 28, 2020 by sputterpub

My oldest friend is 70 today.We met when we were each around 15.Precocious we agreed about the wayto analyze our lives for what they mean.I know there were some differences betweenus, but we recognized we were adultsat 5, impelled to … Continue reading →

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Political Awakening

Posted on November 27, 2020 by sputterpub

I guess since I was 6 and heard my dadsay he would not vote for the President,I started understanding grownups hadtheir differences about our government.But everyone agreed democracyand righteous fairness is our legacyand fortune, sharing values deep within –Americans at … Continue reading →

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Biology Class

Posted on November 26, 2020 by sputterpub

Planaria I recollect a bit,and how the legs of frogs resemble ours,but vivid is reserved for when we hitthe cranium of fetal pig. It jarsme even now – our sample’s brain unfit,that puddled out like pudding. My memoirsshould be significant, … Continue reading →

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