Category Archives: Poetry

Rehab

Posted on October 18, 2018 by sputterpub

Bemoaning all the folks who fail to vote, as if the chads and checkmarks were a choice, perhaps it’s time to look around and note how weak and unregarded is our voice. The jerk who (maybe) won had one appeal … Continue reading →

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First World

Posted on October 5, 2018 by sputterpub

We never wondered how we’d get more food. We always had a roof over our heads. We didn’t act with privileged attitude although we all had clothes and our own beds. Our parenting was adequate. Abuse was rare compared to … Continue reading →

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Scheme #2

Posted on October 4, 2018 by sputterpub

I took a month to interview 4 teams. I put in front-end work, just like I knew I would, and once the winner sent 6 schemes, I took no time selecting Version 2. I spent a morning with all plans … Continue reading →

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The Dolphin’s Decision

Posted on October 3, 2018 by sputterpub

The world was watery when life emerged. We know this, though it’s not what all believe. Life reproduced evolving and diverged, and some of its creations grew to leave the oceans. Dolphins stayed though breathing air, while landed mammals lived … Continue reading →

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Intro

Posted on September 20, 2018 by sputterpub

Last weekend I was swamped by family. The week before was builders, mites and fleas. Recovered from bronchitis recently, my energy is back and I don’t wheeze, but I deplore the hours I have lost, while grateful for how well … Continue reading →

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September

Posted on September 18, 2018 by sputterpub

Eucalyptus leaves season the deck with earth-toned clattering teardrops

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Let Him Be

Posted on September 17, 2018 by sputterpub

He had a chance but never took a shot. I know he always meant to, but somehow the moment never interrupted: not important, just distracting. Every vow to make a move was countered or postponed, with little growth or progress … Continue reading →

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The Last Label

Posted on September 13, 2018 by sputterpub

“Low maintenance” is how my kids describe me now they’re grown and I’m at times their guest. When they were young I fed them diatribe and anecdote, but both of them have stressed I wasn’t harsh or selfish. So I … Continue reading →

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The Other Fog

Posted on September 11, 2018 by sputterpub

Had to fog the house to choke summer’s immigrants – rat fleas and rat mites

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The Project

Posted on September 10, 2018 by sputterpub

In order to improve I have to move. I mean it – that’s no Sunday metaphor. The plumbing off, no other pipes in lieu of it, I might abide the noise and more, but I can’t prosper waterless in place. … Continue reading →

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