Category Archives: Poetry

Crisis Text

Posted on October 15, 2019 by sputterpub

There comes a time in every child’s growth (much oftener than once), when life becomes too thick to process, though he may have both his parents present and a wealth of chums. It takes a village to address the job … Continue reading →

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Runway Closure

Posted on October 14, 2019 by sputterpub

The news reports were frightening of course: a runway closed at SFO – a mess become debacle, all described, the source experts and passengers, the fear and stress attention-grabbing. Texts and folks advised I fly another date, another field – … Continue reading →

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Preheat Not Needed

Posted on October 10, 2019 by sputterpub

In classifying new stuff good or bad, depending on performance and design, the dishwasher’s a joke, the stove is sad, and manufactured doors are out of line. The ceiling fan is handsome and works well, the custom bed and closet … Continue reading →

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Exampling Spider

Posted on October 8, 2019 by sputterpub

A three-month project, overrun to eight, is nearly at an end, but truth be told, the bulk of it was not accomplished late. I hung at ninety-five percent, controlled by winter trains and summer-found defects, by workmen moving on to … Continue reading →

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Resting

Posted on October 7, 2019 by sputterpub

Today’s a gentle morning in my home. I’m still off exercise and took a break from tasks. I’ve got the time to pen this poem although I’ve no declaratives to make, no narratives or theories to suggest. I’m feeling good … Continue reading →

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Self-Treatment

Posted on October 3, 2019 by sputterpub

Self-doctoring, I’ve flexed and made a list of symptom frequency and pain extent. I’ve read my diaries and haven’t missed what history can offer, and I’ve meant each statement of infliction to be true. Self-medicating now, prescribing rest, I’ve interrupted … Continue reading →

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Repetitive Motions

Posted on October 1, 2019 by sputterpub

Experiencing minor chronic pain I’d calibrate if asked at three point five, I won’t consult a doctor or complain, considering how long I’ve been alive – perhaps the symptom’s age-appropriate. For though I have a parent living yet, and even … Continue reading →

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Going to My Room

Posted on September 30, 2019 by sputterpub

What I appreciate about alone is talking to myself where you can’t hear, where I can gorge on words without a bone to pick with anyone, for no one’s near. My parents used to send me to my room when … Continue reading →

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Soot

Posted on September 26, 2019 by sputterpub

As soon as all the work was done, I booked the window washing and the maintenance my fireplace deserves. The unit looked as usual – I never had the sense of something off. The ceiling fan was on. Was that … Continue reading →

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The Damp Deck

Posted on September 24, 2019 by sputterpub

I’m well aware the weather could be worse; we pay a lot to live around this bay. But atmospheric rivers are a curse for me – extreme humidity today will not allow my just-sealed deck to dry. Evaporation is on … Continue reading →

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