Category Archives: Poetry

Keto Kitchen Kounter

Posted on September 9, 2019 by sputterpub

When I moved back, my discipline did not. It wasn’t that I craved the bread, desserts, or Triscuits. I can’t say that I forgot how sugar’s toxic, carbohydrate hurts, and all digestive systems need a break. It’s more like I … Continue reading →

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The Dope Tray

Posted on September 5, 2019 by sputterpub

Two score and seven years ago, a tray of Norse design as wedding gift we got. We didn’t choose to entertain that way; we used the dish to clean and hold our pot. The giver was my brother’s college friend. … Continue reading →

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Red Red Rose

Posted on September 3, 2019 by sputterpub

I said I didn’t love the hybrid rose, for unattractive foliage and fuss. Its fragrance used to overwhelm my nose. Its thorns are piercing to the limbs of us. A gift of scissored roses seemed to me akin to the … Continue reading →

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Morning Strategy

Posted on September 2, 2019 by sputterpub

A score of years ago a friend told me, responding to my marveling how fit her husband was, four years past seventy and twenty-eight our senior: “Oh, he lit upon a method to maintain his powers. The first thing every … Continue reading →

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Ordinary Rudeness

Posted on August 29, 2019 by sputterpub

We often disagree, my closest friend and I, about mundane experience. Mature and metro, we should comprehend alike discourtesy. Imperious she waxes if her path should intersect with rudeness from a stranger. There’s a role that breached she calls a … Continue reading →

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Recordings

Posted on August 27, 2019 by sputterpub

Of late I’ve started sampling old CDs (I own a working player and a crate of purchased music decades old). Some please enough to keep and some are second-rate about to go, but all induce in me nostalgic habits corny … Continue reading →

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Parallel Lines Meet at My Place

Posted on August 26, 2019 by sputterpub

Approaching home improvement with a plan, I marshaled funds and interviewed four pros. I paid attention to what can’t and can be done, and chose a team that surely knows construction, plumbing, wiring, paint and tile. I backed off then … Continue reading →

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The Door Handle

Posted on August 22, 2019 by sputterpub

Invited to a lunch I couldn’t duck, I thought I’d make the transit nice for me. I’d stroll to BART and ride, and then I’d tuck another walk in the vicinity of San Francisco Bay. So I made use of … Continue reading →

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Misplacements

Posted on August 20, 2019 by sputterpub

Disruption I invited took me out of house and habit, for a quarter year. I packed away my comforts, moved about three miles to the south, into a sphere of love and friendship, where I learned what plays on television … Continue reading →

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Not Neuro

Posted on August 19, 2019 by sputterpub

Perambulating, sometimes I ignore the views I’m walking through. I organize my errands, screen a daydream, focus more inside than on the scenes before my eyes. Returning to what’s present, I’ve been known to wonder where I’ve wandered. I forgot … Continue reading →

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