Category Archives: Poetry

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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No Duh

Posted on September 6, 2018 by sputterpub

I think that I’m so smart but married twice, two men it’s clear I didn’t clearly see. And sure I paid a pained and heavy price, but nothing made me plumb their mystery until long after each had gone away. … Continue reading →

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Removal

Posted on September 4, 2018 by sputterpub

Disruption is a catalyst for growth. Although my place will be improved by spring, I’ll have to undergo a move I’m loath to make, so others can be hammering, removing and rebuilding to refine dimensions and the cabinets and bed. … Continue reading →

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Pests

Posted on September 3, 2018 by sputterpub

My neighbor thought that she was getting bites from fleas, although she doesn’t own a pet. When I got bit my research led to mites from rats beneath the house, who must sublet from all the skunks and possums I … Continue reading →

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Unwell

Posted on August 30, 2018 by sputterpub

Our ocean is too warm. Our forests burn too often now, too widely, and the air bears irritants, but most in power spurn the obvious, the facts: that they impair tomorrow with the corporate hunt for wealth, as much as … Continue reading →

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Mattress Season

Posted on August 28, 2018 by sputterpub

Mattress season now: university students jettison bad beds.

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Movement

Posted on August 27, 2018 by sputterpub

When I was 12 years old my legs got weird. They itched whenever I stood still at length. A mottled rash on knees and calves appeared, and though they never lacked accustomed strength, I fretted and discussed it with my … Continue reading →

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Half-World Problem

Posted on August 23, 2018 by sputterpub

I’ve no complaints. I’m dull but feeling well. Perhaps I need a problem to confront. This may be TMI, or overblunt, but I’m aroused by challenge like a bell is pealed by pulling – a compelling spell upon me. I’m … Continue reading →

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Complicated

Posted on August 21, 2018 by sputterpub

  It’s always been too difficult to solve. When I was young I thought I’d suss it out before attaining age, but we evolve without regard to wisdom and I doubt we’re made for reason or morality. Sure black & … Continue reading →

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