Category Archives: Poetry

Well I Declare

Posted on June 25, 2019 by sputterpub

My triceps ache from picking up those weights. I’ll have 6 hits of nicotine today. I’ll say goodbye to milled carbohydrates, and turn again to pen and keyboard play. I’ll give my legs and patience exercise. I’ll try to ease … Continue reading →

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To 43

Posted on June 24, 2019 by sputterpub

My 30-something son is sick again. From flu or spoiled food he’s feeling sore. His wife is ailing too, but most the men we care about appear to suffer more. She asked me was he like this as a child? … Continue reading →

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If I Were Dead

Posted on June 20, 2019 by sputterpub

If I were dead, it wouldn’t be that odd. I’ve almost lived three score and ten right now. I’m old enough to meet whatever God arranged to follow life, of what and how and never why. I wouldn’t be that … Continue reading →

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Social Silence

Posted on June 18, 2019 by sputterpub

I ought to take a compliment with poise, accept a testimonial with ease. But I’m as apt to croak a phlegmy noise as speak politely. Seldom do I please myself in shopping for another’s gift, and I from what I … Continue reading →

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Backache

Posted on June 17, 2019 by sputterpub

I tweaked my lower back. I felt the ache when I got out of bed at half past six. I’d taken while away from home a break of nearly sixteen weeks. I guess the disk required more protection at this … Continue reading →

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Mid-Day Commute

Posted on June 13, 2019 by sputterpub

I walked to Rockridge BART the long way round, and bought two bags of apricots en route. I shopped for salad and I also found some time for body lotion. Armed with fruit and cream and greens, I caught a … Continue reading →

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The Sink

Posted on June 11, 2019 by sputterpub

The kitchen counter I selected was of Corian, with integrated sink. I chose it over stone or tile, cause I liked the jointless look. It made me think it wouldn’t grow a gap or spring a leak. Its seamless surface … Continue reading →

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Villefranche Sur Mer

Posted on June 10, 2019 by sputterpub

Before me spreads the topic coast of France: a stop unplanned, selected as the wind entangled Monaco. The tour’s mischance betakes us here, a panorama spinned because the anchors let us turn a bit, the view resorts on shore and … Continue reading →

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Primacy

Posted on June 6, 2019 by sputterpub

So you feel bullied when I say a word, and I feel bullied when you shop with me. Except our definition is absurd if we mean mean coercive tyranny. Instead let’s recognize your feelings hurt by “petulant,” “draconian,” and “cold.” … Continue reading →

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Dishwasher

Posted on June 4, 2019 by sputterpub

I have to test the dishwasher – so much has been delivered damaged or installed with leak, without a level, or with such a gap I can’t ignore. I’m not appalled, upset; it’s not a shock or a surprise that … Continue reading →

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