Category Archives: Poetry

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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The Cruise

Posted on June 3, 2019 by sputterpub

I’m thinking how to summarize this trip: if I were more adventurous, I guess I wouldn’t miss a day to leave the ship, but disembarking ratchets up my stress. I love to nest no matter where’s my bed – what’s … Continue reading →

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Vanity

Posted on May 30, 2019 by sputterpub

My vanity is asymmetrical. No matter where I look there’s something wrong: geometry, the knobs I have to pull, the faucet taps, and how it takes too long to feel its water warm into my palm. Its crooked bottom edge … Continue reading →

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Not Such A Good Day

Posted on May 28, 2019 by sputterpub

The toddler and his parents moved last week. I skirted stacks of boxes, searched for books and toys and coffee gear, in hide-and-seek I didn’t need. I wasn’t charmed by looks or feelings. Next I was by news dismayed — … Continue reading →

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TYVM

Posted on May 27, 2019 by sputterpub

  I visited my cottage yesterday. I saw the shape of bathroom, kitchen, shed, selected tones of grout, forgot to stay to dump the mail, and caught a lift instead to this my temporary lodging place, supplied without a deadline … Continue reading →

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Skin

Posted on May 23, 2019 by sputterpub

The more I read, the more I learn the lies my cohort fed on, childhood to youth, and through advancing age. It’s with surprise I start to love nutrition’s fatty truth and gape at facts about our insulin long-known and … Continue reading →

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Calluses

Posted on May 21, 2019 by sputterpub

I’m six weeks homeless though I have a bed. A dear companion chose to shelter me throughout my big remodel. So instead of customed comforts, naked privacy, and writing space, I watch her TV shows and talk at times I … Continue reading →

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Eyebath

Posted on May 20, 2019 by sputterpub

There come some days here, nearly every May, when dirt and branch infect me with surprise. I felt it first this year on Saturday, as if a balm applied to soothe my eyes became effective at the stroke of one. … Continue reading →

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A Season Off

Posted on May 16, 2019 by sputterpub

It’s eerie how contented I feel now, expecting and anticipating stress removing my home comforts, but somehow while sleeping, eating, exercising less I’m feeling satisfied, beyond reproach, relaunched, exploring other neighborhoods, as if I’d found a skeptic-burning coach to challenge … Continue reading →

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The Opportunist

Posted on May 14, 2019 by sputterpub

I know an opportunist thief of pills. She likes the gloss a light narcotic adds to sedentary mornings. Norco kills her appetite; a little oxy pads her nervousness. She won’t shop on the street for drugs — she guards against … Continue reading →

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