Category Archives: Poetry

Disrespect (HA 79 Huitain)

Posted on June 4, 2020 by sputterpub

I understand your feelings have been hurt, but I don’t think there’s anyone to blame. I see you tremble and I hear you blurt of disrespect. I think another name pertains, for carelessness is not the same – in “disrespect” … Continue reading →

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Drafts on Scraps (HA 78 Ottava Rima)

Posted on June 3, 2020 by sputterpub

Composing daily now lets me realize I tend to set my pen to paper waste. I’m using pages used to list supplies I need, and positing iambs in haste. It’s like I don’t expect much from my tries until I … Continue reading →

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When the Shit Hit the Fan (HA 77 Spenserian Stanza)

Posted on June 2, 2020 by sputterpub

A year ago I bought a ceiling fan as part of the remodel. Ever since I’ve loved it, but five days ago a man who’s dear to me exploded. I’ve had hints he’s overstressed, but that was evidence of someone … Continue reading →

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Dental Debacle? (HA 76)

Posted on June 1, 2020 by sputterpub

Near 14 years ago, my dentist said “You need a root canal,” and touched the spot: “though nothing hurts, before this tooth is dead, before the pain explodes. I kid you not.” By then I understood my gum disease (though … Continue reading →

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Overloads (HA 75 Limerick)

Posted on May 31, 2020 by sputterpub

The virus invaded our city. The federal fuckup’s not pretty. Germ load’s now our mess, Aggravated by stress, And everyone’s outlook is shitty.

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A Scurry of Squirrels (HA 74)

Posted on May 30, 2020 by sputterpub

A month ago, the music of the birds was serenade from dawn to nearly noon. Today to put the garden sound in words, I hear the insect buzz and squirrel zoom. The bees are drinking salvia and flies are bumping … Continue reading →

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Calibration of Happiness (HA 73)

Posted on May 29, 2020 by sputterpub

I worked for years with somebody so drab and dull, I wondered how her weekends went. For most the Monday lunches she would blab about her social life: how excellent that picnic felt; this party was a blast. But then … Continue reading →

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Nextdoor and the Loud Boom (HA 72 Curtal Sonnet)

Posted on May 28, 2020 by sputterpub

When I lived here in 1968, we drove old Volkswagens and ate low-cost. We roomed with dogs and fleas and smoked a lot. Some nights we heard explosive noises, late and loud. We learned the sound of bad exhaust would … Continue reading →

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Changing Times (HA 71 Magic 9)

Posted on May 27, 2020 by sputterpub

Two months ago, I couldn’t find a roll of toilet paper on a shelf or site. An order of Feridies took a whole three weeks at least to make it to my porch. Supply chain tangles out of my control … Continue reading →

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Lies My Country Told Me (HA 70 English Madrigal)

Posted on May 26, 2020 by sputterpub

They said we’re free; we’re great; we’re number one. I watched and felt too doubtful to believe. When I complained, the world called me naive. The war before my birth the allies won, but since I’ve been, too rarely we … Continue reading →

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