Category Archives: Poetry

Psomiphobia

Posted on October 24, 2019 by sputterpub

Avoiding bread, I never meant to claim the staff of life is poison or impure. I’m eating keto rolls, but all the same I think the bread’s the lesser taste – I’m sure to like the tuna salad, boiled eggs, … Continue reading →

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Slowbility

Posted on October 22, 2019 by sputterpub

I think I get more patient as I age. I’ve gained perspective through the mounting years. But sometimes I’m consumed with inner rage at visible unfitness in my peers. I see the signs of metabolic waste, ungainly fat that pools … Continue reading →

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Remissions

Posted on October 21, 2019 by sputterpub

I think my left side’s starting to improve: the neck and hip have ceased their creaky ways; the ankle isn’t painful when I move; I’m lately liking biking most the days. My upper arm and shoulder yet complain; it hurts … Continue reading →

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Leisure

Posted on October 18, 2019 by sputterpub

All of a sudden I seem to have hours to spare. But that’s a delusion – I always had leisure, in fact. I just used to smoke more and play more TriPeaks solitaire (and FreeCell and Klondike, if history should … Continue reading →

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The Age of Heroes

Posted on October 17, 2019 by sputterpub

He burns to be a hero asphalt-sure. She longs to make her own existence count. They crave experience. They host impure impulsiveness while consequences mount, and vacillate from arrogance to blame, too hip to learn, too negative to stride. They’ll … Continue reading →

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October Warmth

Posted on October 16, 2019 by sputterpub

October wind strews pollen and leaves reminders of earthquake menace

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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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