Category Archives: Poetry

Sabbatical 2019

Posted on May 13, 2019 by sputterpub

I get some leisure time 2 days a week and weekends too; I have since I retired. It used to be to read or smoke, I’d sneak a quarter hour from the work required by kids and clients, husband, mother, … Continue reading →

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Enervation

Posted on May 9, 2019 by sputterpub

I’m suddenly too tired to be smart in spite of all the coffee I’ve imbibed. I feel too weak and vigorless to start a project half as big as mine’s described. Like when I drank too much, at 34, and … Continue reading →

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Discombobulation

Posted on May 7, 2019 by sputterpub

The discombobulation hasn’t stopped. I’m 3 weeks out of house and not too fussed, but try as I’m attempting to adopt new customs, I keep failing to adjust. I’m looking for the toilet paper wrong. I’m antsy missing in-home exercise. … Continue reading →

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The Flock

Posted on May 6, 2019 by sputterpub

Approaching Rockridge Station from the south at 8 a.m. on Monday, in the cold, a vision raised the corners of my mouth, amused me to a pause, and soon cajoled a chuckle — where the platform spans the street, I … Continue reading →

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Well and Homeless

Posted on May 2, 2019 by sputterpub

I’m homeless now — I’m sheltered by a friend and family, although my fortune’s fine. My cottage needs repair. I’m set to spend a fair amount pursuing new design: improving or replacing most its parts, updating goods for more utility … Continue reading →

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Sensitivity

Posted on April 30, 2019 by sputterpub

I learned we have 5 senses, and some say the 6th is what is known as common sense. Another is location — it’s the way our bodies reach, and some intelligence of our address. And most of us detect a … Continue reading →

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Asphalt Too

Posted on April 29, 2019 by sputterpub

I wanna meet a millionaire on BART (for certain that’s a prize I won’t obtain). Attractive, tall and well beyond the start of Medicare, he’ll choose to ride the train because he hates to drive on crazy roads, who walks … Continue reading →

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Interruption

Posted on February 4, 2019 by sputterpub

Life interruption: cottage remodel moves me away from this blog (regular posts will resume in about 3 months)

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Breath

Posted on January 31, 2019 by sputterpub

Obsessed of late with someone’s stricken lung, impressed with every pulmonary fact I have to learn, has given wisdom tongue I hear, who’s known for years that I’ve ransacked with smoking arrogance my breathing tree. Tobacco first and then the … Continue reading →

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ABCs

Posted on January 29, 2019 by sputterpub

I never angled for a better school; I figured safe and good was hard to miss. I didn’t want to elevate a fool in family, or ignorance as bliss. Although scholastic days were overlong, experience with boredom is a skill … Continue reading →

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