Category Archives: Poetry

Wag

Posted on August 28, 2017 by sputterpub

Her tail can be disruptive as the surf, inscribing in the air a hemi-dome, for when my dog is first released on turf, her nether end darts like a metronome. Her ecstasy’s reflected in the move, like counterpoint to action … Continue reading →

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Sonnets

Posted on August 25, 2017 by sputterpub

I try to write at least three poems a week. The exercise promotes ideas and themes. I won’t pretend my passions teem, or seek expression fervently. The process seems a bit like dreaming, juxtaposing line with image, pulling or compressing … Continue reading →

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The New Job

Posted on August 24, 2017 by sputterpub

Transitioning to new devices, shook and catalyzed by this environment, I’m modulating since I undertook a two-day pull from my retirement. Now I commute an unfamiliar route, and stay where I don’t live, and spend the day with novelty. I … Continue reading →

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CC Preserve

Posted on August 22, 2017 by sputterpub

I thought I knew the neighborhood I dwelled within, when I endured that last divorce. But after weeks alone, one day impelled to take a different turn, I set my course for north – turned left – and there before … Continue reading →

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Room Temperature

Posted on August 21, 2017 by sputterpub

Progressing with deletion for two years, deriving only added good from less, concluding fats are better than my fears, and feeling strong’s addictive, I confess I hadn’t thought of adding stuff instead. I knew I understood the regimen. So I … Continue reading →

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Elbow Room

Posted on August 18, 2017 by sputterpub

My days are changing rapidly. Routines begun when I was young and multi-tasked, refined in middle age, are not the means to any end for which I planned or asked. It used to be, I kept a list of goals … Continue reading →

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Boom

Posted on August 17, 2017 by sputterpub

I understand the science and I know some facts about our struggle to survive. We aren’t fish; our arms and hands don’t grow to wings; we never organize a hive. And yet I’m lately stricken with unease at how my … Continue reading →

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MM

Posted on August 15, 2017 by sputterpub

Invited to retrace our steps, the lane of memory unfurled before my eyes. I read the words of he who would attain the vision of his Lord. He testifies with palms upheld, with capitals for nouns. Engaging Reason to bring … Continue reading →

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Tree Air

Posted on August 14, 2017 by sputterpub

I’m sharing air with sycamores today. The weather is the treasure we have here. Our cost of living sucks – we have to pay exorbitantly for this atmosphere. But look at it as drafts of oxygen, as walking hyperbaric therapy: … Continue reading →

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Friday

Posted on August 11, 2017 by sputterpub

I woke at 3:15 and didn’t fall asleep again till it was nearly day. My shoulder hurt a bit. I don’t recall an injury; it didn’t go away no matter my position. Then my head began the monkey-dance of wakeful … Continue reading →

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