Category Archives: Poetry

None Dare Call It (HA 49 Magic 9)

Posted on May 5, 2020 by sputterpub

My father warned about conspiracies when I, 13, attracted to the right, gave credence to dramatic theories. He told me members had to be more smart and able to keep secrets none can squeeze than any I or even he … Continue reading →

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Humming (HA 48 Villanelle)

Posted on May 4, 2020 by sputterpub

The jury’s out, in doubt, about our fate. We note the plants and planet will endure; in other words the hummingbirds elate. Arrested, it’s my lot to isolate within a garden, soothed and yet unsure; the jury’s out, in doubt, … Continue reading →

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Necessary Heaviness (HA 47 Terzanelle)

Posted on May 3, 2020 by sputterpub

I trained myself to purchase what I need and nothing more, because I hate to shop. There’s reason now to change how I proceed. I used to buy the crucial and then stop. I walked and tried to keep the … Continue reading →

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Generations of Money (HA 46 Quintilla)

Posted on May 2, 2020 by sputterpub

When I was young, a quarter bought a double bill of matinee. My parents’ recollections taught the value of a dime; I thought how “cents-able” back in their day. In time I wed; we sought a house. Our parents marveled … Continue reading →

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Gramsickle (HA 45 Kimo)

Posted on May 1, 2020 by sputterpub

The new expression in our family describes a FaceTime failure we call Frozen Grandma

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Vernal Not Viral (HA 44 Dizain)

Posted on April 30, 2020 by sputterpub

Pathetic fallacy requires storm or quake, or morning overcast at least, but we are budding, sunny, fragrant, warm. The avian concertos have increased, and hummingbirds are making daily feast on spears of nascent color in the yard. Wisteria is soft, … Continue reading →

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3 Rooms (HA 43 Dodekade)

Posted on April 29, 2020 by sputterpub

They built their place of hard-packed straw and thought it strong enough to serve their purposes – they saw sufficient room for stuff for sale, but didn’t see the flaw of flimsy hiding rough: Infectious waves will wash their room … Continue reading →

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Bulking (HA 42 Treochair)

Posted on April 28, 2020 by sputterpub

I learned to buy no more than what I need back when my besties burned to gather goods in bulk. They bought from big shelf names instead of neighborhoods. I’d deride, except I need to nix now, and stock what … Continue reading →

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Titling (HA 41 Novelinee)

Posted on April 27, 2020 by sputterpub

For over 40 days I’ve stayed inside, a senior with a bronchial history, and every day since this began, I’ve tried to pen a novel form of poetry. No sooner do I comprehend the drift of rules today for meter, … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 40 (English Madrigal)

Posted on April 26, 2020 by sputterpub

We can’t foresee the shape of what comes next. Prognostication’s eye is blurred with strain. “It could be worse” is everyone’s refrain. For now we have the Internet and text, connections to assuage the social brain. We can’t foresee the … Continue reading →

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