Category Archives: Poetry

Fatigue (HA 97)

Posted on June 22, 2020 by sputterpub

All creatures have to notice things that move, and people are no different than the low. Our species is impulsive too – we prove it by the way we all feel boredom grow when custom stills or culture stalls and … Continue reading →

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Walking Nowhere (HA 96 Almost-Pushkin Sonnet)

Posted on June 21, 2020 by sputterpub

I walk for transportation and for health. I guess I started doing so at 5. I choose my residence where there’s a wealth of walking avenues. I seem to thrive, and I attribute that to daily moves (as well as … Continue reading →

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Say Their Names (HA 95)

Posted on June 20, 2020 by sputterpub

I ambled Prince Street yesterday, a pack of food upon my back, and looking down I noticed names somebody chalked, of black decedents – none who wanted this renown. I read and said the names, and stepped aside as if … Continue reading →

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Chainsaws & Chippers (HA 94 Almost-Pushkin Sonnet)

Posted on June 19, 2020 by sputterpub

For 90 days I dwelled in quiet here. I mostly stayed at home like all of you. We watched surrounding air and water clear. We buzzed with nerves and heard the birds anew. But now our house arrest is wearing … Continue reading →

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Under the Influence (HA 93)

Posted on June 18, 2020 by sputterpub

Rereading Austen’s works so frequently (at least three times a decade since my first exposure to her creativity), I marvel at her words. She slakes my thirst for verbal elegance, my lust for wit. I often scan one sentence several … Continue reading →

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ADentalVENTURE (HA 92 Ottava Rima)

Posted on June 17, 2020 by sputterpub

When I was young, I thought a lot was wrong With me; I tried and failed conformity, And came to like myself. To not belong Turned out okay. But one normality May be the death of me – my teeth … Continue reading →

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Reiteration (HA 91 Triolet)

Posted on June 16, 2020 by sputterpub

I talked my theories over and again, reiterating like somebody’s dad. It never mattered how I lit, or when – I talked my theories over and again, with movement of my tongue and teeth or pen. Attempts at self-suppression made … Continue reading →

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I’m Growing More (HA 90 Rondeau)

Posted on June 15, 2020 by sputterpub

I’m growing more political of late. So rarely tempted to cooperate, I seldom work with others very well, but now that we are rocketing to hell I’m hopeful like it’s 1968. We’re shaky, but perhaps we can create a different … Continue reading →

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I’m Not Surprised (HA 89 Rondine)

Posted on June 14, 2020 by sputterpub

I’m not surprised he’s ignorant and slow. I quite expected the dishonesty, the sluggish brain, the verbal poverty, the treating life as if it were a show. My shock is that you’re shocked – how can’t you know? I’m not … Continue reading →

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Signs (HA 88 Rondine)

Posted on June 13, 2020 by sputterpub

I see the signs of weariness. Although the counties multiplied to 30 feet the distance to a stranger on the street, there’s evidence more folks are on the go again, more traffic and it isn’t slow, less masks on the … Continue reading →

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