Category Archives: Poetry

On Rereading FF

Posted on July 23, 2019 by sputterpub

I found a vintage Heinlein on the shelf, a yellowed paperback with tiny print. I pulled it down to entertain myself, and read 200 pages with a squint. I’ve recommended it to kids and friends without rereading what I loved … Continue reading →

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The Redwood Deck

Posted on July 22, 2019 by sputterpub

My cottage is a single room. Across a deck and rocky spot my office shed was built. The wood went soft; the stones grew moss; I opted to replace them both. Instead of mixing media or using stone for every … Continue reading →

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The Genie’s Joke

Posted on July 18, 2019 by sputterpub

I thought I’d wish for wealth. But I soon learned no matter what I saved or spent, or how invested, I’d forego the power earned from earning, obligated to endow. Then specifying leisure time instead, I planned to take the … Continue reading →

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One Sad Day

Posted on July 16, 2019 by sputterpub

Perhaps the year was 1999, the season fall, a Sunday afternoon. While window-shopping with a friend of mine, our focus was enticed by a balloon affixed above a cage the Shelter set upon the sidewalk, graced with pretty strays. A … Continue reading →

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Silver Lining

Posted on July 15, 2019 by sputterpub

Of course nobody wants catastrophe. For all the drama, everyone invokes affection, peace, domestic harmony, sufficient stimulation. Someone jokes about the time to study jail affords: the space to write a novel in your cell, the limits in the yard … Continue reading →

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Missing

Posted on July 11, 2019 by sputterpub

I lost a friend two years ago. She died alone, unwell: unwelcome news that stunned us all, although we know how she defied most critical advice. Conditions gunned for her at last: a metabolic bomb. She never cared enough to … Continue reading →

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Don’t Stop Now

Posted on July 3, 2019 by sputterpub

When you were 12 years old, your father quit his job, his engineering work, his life in many ways. He took to home, to sit and view a hundred channels with his wife. He never more felt vigorous or well … Continue reading →

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In Memoriam

Posted on July 2, 2019 by sputterpub

You died. And now traits you had that drove me crazy are what I miss most.

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Kept

Posted on July 1, 2019 by sputterpub

I live in one large room. I don’t own much. Remodeling required me to go, before and after moving items. Such it was, I had at least two prompts to throw away what I no longer use, reserve my space … Continue reading →

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Divergence

Posted on June 27, 2019 by sputterpub

I’m used to mendicants on streets and trains, exposed to dirty butts and putrid scents, implored in every way to spare some change – in public transit I’ve experience. But I was just accosted by a guy, light black, soft-spoken, … Continue reading →

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