Category Archives: Poetry

Free Time

Posted on March 9, 2017 by sputterpub

For forty years she had to multi-task – the office and dependents had their needs. As if she bore a harness, wore a mask, the woman found scant time to write or read or meditate. Most days she wrote a … Continue reading →

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Spinach Frittata

Posted on March 7, 2017 by sputterpub

Frittata day again – it’s time to grate the parmesan, to heat the olive oil and chop the onions, thaw or lacerate the spinach, beat the eggs, and bake and broil till the garnish cheese is crispy gold. I make … Continue reading →

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Virus

Posted on March 6, 2017 by sputterpub

I must be ill – I lack the energy to exercise, the stamina to eat. I’m guessing it’s a virus – remedy cannot be bought – I sit, I use the heat and rest until invasion runs its course – … Continue reading →

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On the Edge of Spring

Posted on March 3, 2017 by sputterpub

On February 28th the sky was spanking blue, the streets were wind-swept clean. No matter where I looked it charmed my eye with evidence of budding growth. The scene was absolutely vernal. I declared that spring was here, regardless of … Continue reading →

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Plumbing

Posted on March 2, 2017 by sputterpub

Two days ago my shower wasn’t hot enough. Oh I had warmth to wash my hair, but though I edged the lever left, I got no customary scald. I don’t repair appliances and never learned to plumb. I monitored the … Continue reading →

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Hodophobia

Posted on February 28, 2017 by sputterpub

Predicting iffy weather at both ends of my short flight, I took those words to heart at first. Complaining to my patient friends, and strategizing how to not depart right then, I amped myself impressively. But tickets non-refundable have heft … Continue reading →

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NeoNorm

Posted on February 27, 2017 by sputterpub

My life is sometimes comfortable these days. At 66 I’ve finally outgrown anxiety and nerves that used to craze my self-esteem and make my timber moan. Perhaps the thing I needed all these years was leisure time without attendant guilt, … Continue reading →

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Intention

Posted on February 24, 2017 by sputterpub

At least ten years ago I heard it: If you don’t know where you’re going, any road will take you there. I memorized that whiff of wisdom, locked it in like magic code, for it’s too good to lose. I … Continue reading →

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Anhonesty

Posted on February 23, 2017 by sputterpub

The president is crazy, most insist, but is the case insanity or more a cognitive condition so far missed by shrinks and teachers? Here’s DSM 4, and now its superseder – version 5. So we know demagogues and narcissists, but … Continue reading →

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Attention

Posted on February 21, 2017 by sputterpub

I paid attention to the weathermen who said one winter cannot cure the drought. Reiterating over and again, depressing me and stripping me of doubt, they said that we’d need years of average rain to make us goodly wet, and … Continue reading →

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