Category Archives: Poetry

Care

Posted on November 29, 2018 by sputterpub

I love the kids — I really do — and yet they’re easier to handle after weed. I raised mine but I managed to forget that dealing with monotony makes need for any substance that will alter mood without conveying … Continue reading →

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Aptitude

Posted on November 15, 2018 by sputterpub

I always thought I’d write a book or four. Of course they’d be the type I like to read, with characters I care about, and sure development of plots at proper speed. I figured it a matter of mere time … Continue reading →

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Aviary

Posted on November 13, 2018 by sputterpub

A sparrow flew into my room last week. The doors were open and the weather mild. The creature panicked – flailing wings and beak against three window panes, freaked out and wild, till finally it managed to exit – in … Continue reading →

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Three Middle Days

Posted on November 12, 2018 by sputterpub

My sojourn was symmetrical – 10 days, with 3 midway devoted to full rest. I sank my homing talons in a ways, and drew renewal from my private nest. I sat, I thought, I showered and I read. I dallied … Continue reading →

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Refueling

Posted on November 8, 2018 by sputterpub

As when a straggler, desert-dry for days, at length attains the fountain and the stream, or like a hiker caught in full sun’s rays without a drink, when given sips, it seems that I’ve been parched and effort-pecked so long, … Continue reading →

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Luck

Posted on November 6, 2018 by sputterpub

Lucky in long life means you’ll spend most of your time dwelling in old age

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Undead

Posted on November 5, 2018 by sputterpub

The sun was out today by 8 a.m. The sky beyond the window’s spanking blue. The weather is inviting me and them to step outside, inflate our lungs, and do a bit of normal fall activity. We’ve spent our time … Continue reading →

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Clear

Posted on October 25, 2018 by sputterpub

Collecting metaphors, we’re talking out a family catastrophe. Attacked by stroke of terrible, we reel about a hill less steep, a launchpad: inexact but apt, expressed to call recovery with optimistic attitudes, of course. We speak in terms of fight … Continue reading →

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Oregon October

Posted on October 23, 2018 by sputterpub

A week of fall sun before the rainy season waters winter dreams

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Reply

Posted on October 22, 2018 by sputterpub

I’ve been in charge of home and office most my life, forever skirting boundaries and splicing lines. I contemplate a host of questions in proportions and degrees. Then suddenly a child’s spouse is felled, propelling me to cast my cares … Continue reading →

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