Category Archives: Poetry

Talk

Posted on October 9, 2017 by sputterpub

I try to talk too much. I always did. I started shortly after learning speech. Conversing more than any other kid in family or school, like I would teach by my example how to self-express, each interaction was an interview. … Continue reading →

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MotorMouth

Posted on October 6, 2017 by sputterpub

She’d learned enough to talk when she was two. She used the skill so often that her speech grew quick and quite sophisticated too: vocabulary years beyond the reach of playmate ears, the patience of her mom, attention any teacher … Continue reading →

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Web Weather

Posted on October 5, 2017 by sputterpub

The peach I bought was mealy. Local plums are past their prime, and golden nectarines look better than they taste. The season comes of evening chill and wafting wind that cleans the air and scours faded leaves from trees. It’s … Continue reading →

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Prompts

Posted on October 3, 2017 by sputterpub

I used to read a writers’ magazine. I gave it up for teaching nothing right. But I recall advice – where you can glean ideas for plots and people: how you might pay heed to all the chatter in the … Continue reading →

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October 2

Posted on October 2, 2017 by sputterpub

October is my favorite month, and now’s the season that awakens me to test a version of myself I mean. I rouse as days reduce and green retreats. My best behavior comes with comfort after storm, with evenings cold as … Continue reading →

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Labyrinth

Posted on September 29, 2017 by sputterpub

The labyrinth that Daedalus designed and built to house a misbegotten bull, was crafted with imprisonment in mind: its convolutions blind until a pull upon a clue of thread revealed its ways, bisecting mystery with nothing hard. A king’s intent, … Continue reading →

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Muni Metro

Posted on September 28, 2017 by sputterpub

A boyish lesbian, commuting west, who dropped her phone and earbuds on the tracks, did something that I never would have guessed: she looked and leaped. I watched her denim back, her short dark hair, her bend and turn around, … Continue reading →

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Choppers

Posted on September 26, 2017 by sputterpub

The chop of helicopters overhead does not create a happy atmosphere. I’m not too old to recollect the dread machines surveilling us and shooting tear gas canisters when I attended school, and though today they’re shooting news for us, at … Continue reading →

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Count Your Calories

Posted on September 25, 2017 by sputterpub

I spent two bits in 1968, to buy a little book put out by Dell. Its title – Count Your Calories – was great: the pamphlet matched my purpose very well. I’d dieted four years and added more than I … Continue reading →

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That’s Not Funny

Posted on September 22, 2017 by sputterpub

In talking to a temporary friend I met on BART, before I knew him well enough to gauge his shallow depth and fend his crude advances off, I let him tell me (twice) what he’d endow if he were rich: … Continue reading →

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