Category Archives: Poetry

Lies

Posted on July 26, 2018 by sputterpub

I didn’t get it when I was a kid. I still don’t understand or recognize a culture that insists I act as bid by portions of a book that sanctifies barbarity, selectively ignored, composed by no one holy to advise, … Continue reading →

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FMV

Posted on July 24, 2018 by sputterpub

There’s no Fair Market Value for a poem. Equipment isn’t needed to proceed. It’s folk-art that can be composed at home and won’t pay, so I won’t pay you to read. With so few viewing every chosen word, I’d be … Continue reading →

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Averse

Posted on July 23, 2018 by sputterpub

Less confrontational than you’d expect, considering her New York origin, trained early with impatience to reject the banal and the bland, and play to win, she moves and speaks so fast you’ll think her tough, but she will pull her … Continue reading →

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Bayarea

Posted on July 19, 2018 by sputterpub

“I feel a little guilty,” someone said to me last week, “because I don’t attend events this place is famous for. Instead I stick to home, avoiding traffic, spend my weekends in my yard, my neighborhood, my livingroom.” I boggled … Continue reading →

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Sot

Posted on July 17, 2018 by sputterpub

I want to like her but she drinks too much, and isn’t near as fun to be around as she must think she is. She’s apt to touch me needlessly, repeat herself, expound on criticisms victims overhear, embarrass me and … Continue reading →

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Inspiration

Posted on July 16, 2018 by sputterpub

“You oughta be a lawyer,” Mama said; “the way you always argue” she would add. She meant no compliment, but sought instead to quiet and suppress me. Even Dad who seemed to like me aimed to modify my passion, my … Continue reading →

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Myriad

Posted on July 12, 2018 by sputterpub

The sages say it takes ten thousand hours for someone to acquire expertise. While talent may be there at birth, the powers in success require practice to increase. And though you’ve walked since you were one year old, your average … Continue reading →

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Dowager

Posted on July 10, 2018 by sputterpub

I never thought my mother’d be alive this long, the way the woman used to smoke. She’s slowing down at 90, but she’ll drive her car to stores nearby, until the stroke of 3 when the commuters clog the streets. … Continue reading →

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Bad Driver

Posted on July 9, 2018 by sputterpub

You’ve always been unfocused when you drive. It can’t be blamed on age or your disease. The wonder is you’ve managed to survive with jerky hands and eyes. Activities requiring close attention never suit your empathetic gifts for social good. … Continue reading →

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The Fifth Wheel

Posted on July 5, 2018 by sputterpub

The oldest kid, the only girl, the black sheep in her family of origin, she early learned to be alone. In fact she liked her solitude – she could begin a poem, reread a book, design some clothes for paper … Continue reading →

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