Category Archives: Poetry

Change of Life

Posted on August 10, 2017 by sputterpub

Assuming I inherited the curse of fierce impatience from my hasty mom, I tried to justify it. Sure it’s worse to suffer, I asserted with aplomb, complaint or pain in silence! Not my goal, I told my friends, and yet … Continue reading →

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Garden Gnome

Posted on August 8, 2017 by sputterpub

My garden has a dozen shades of green, a peppering of purple, yellow, white, and red, below a jacaranda screen pale violet against the summer light. It features branches, flowers, leaves, and vines. It welcomes birds and makes the squirrels … Continue reading →

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Why Not?

Posted on August 7, 2017 by sputterpub

I walk for transportation. People ask where do I get the time to move that way? As if a chance to meditate’s a task, or trekking this topography’s a gray obnoxious labor. What would I prefer? The stress-release of walking … Continue reading →

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Tissue Lint

Posted on August 4, 2017 by sputterpub

I got so old I now have allergies, or maybe it’s particulates in air, but often I’m beset – I sniff and sneeze repeatedly. I blow my nose and tear the tissue, marveling at sinus spill. Too young to tuck … Continue reading →

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Dietribe

Posted on August 3, 2017 by sputterpub

Imagine zero carbohydrate meals… I couldn’t eat so easily; the seeds and nuts, the beans and berries – these appeal ahead of meat. My satisfaction feeds on salad, almost every afternoon. I don’t adore fried chicken, want a steak, but … Continue reading →

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Ermine

Posted on August 1, 2017 by sputterpub

My hair was almost black when I was born. A young brunette, I argued with my peers that contrast was more lovely, long or shorn, but now I’ve grown my sable white with years. I used to be the youngest … Continue reading →

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Seeking Sneaking Sun

Posted on July 31, 2017 by sputterpub

When I sit in the sun I’m overhot, but inside it’s too chill to bare my knees. Now matter where I opt for, I forgot the fickleness of sixty-five degrees in summer – shifting from the inside out and back … Continue reading →

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Smiling Nihilism

Posted on July 28, 2017 by sputterpub

A year ago, my brother said we’re toast, and he’s not known to speak philosophy. We harbor on the west, but either coast reveals we’ve sunk to special paucity: our politics deplorable; our sense of fair perverted by our processed … Continue reading →

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7/27

Posted on July 27, 2017 by sputterpub

On seven twenty-seven seven years ago, I posted entry number one, anticipating: what? my vainest fears were comments I’d need answer. There were none, of course – not worth a count, at any rate: there’s nothing driving traffic to the … Continue reading →

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Solarity

Posted on July 25, 2017 by sputterpub

As much as I love winter weather, chill in summer seldom suits my mood. I look outdoors and don my robe and wonder: will I run the heat? Curl up and read a book? But it’s July. The sun is … Continue reading →

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