Category Archives: Poetry

Weird Weather

Posted on September 5, 2017 by sputterpub

We suffered record heat for half a week: the wind reversed or absent, heavy air beset with smoke, as if a weather freak arose engendered by a low somewhere, attacked, and we without AC tried fans that proved their uselessness … Continue reading →

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Anaburbs

Posted on September 1, 2017 by sputterpub

We used to know extended families. When several generations shared a place, the seniors often bent, hands on their knees, to tend the babies. Every age of face was then familiar; cries were swiftly quelled – evolution’s strategy was met. … Continue reading →

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Worst Best Friend

Posted on August 31, 2017 by sputterpub

I push against the planet when I walk, caress my iron thighs when I’m in bed, but I don’t have a buddy I can talk about this with, for she’s involved instead with jagged cycles of pathology and seesaws in … Continue reading →

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Extension

Posted on August 30, 2017 by sputterpub

When I became a mom at 26, I quit my job and thought I’d write a book. I didn’t have a clue about the fix I entered then – I didn’t know it took so much to raise a human … Continue reading →

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HAY?

Posted on August 29, 2017 by sputterpub

I like to answer questions. I won’t duck a query, and I never “just because.” But yesterday I had a what-the-fuck occasion, when my daughter made me pause. “So how are you?” she asked. It’s been a while, and I … Continue reading →

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Wag

Posted on August 28, 2017 by sputterpub

Her tail can be disruptive as the surf, inscribing in the air a hemi-dome, for when my dog is first released on turf, her nether end darts like a metronome. Her ecstasy’s reflected in the move, like counterpoint to action … Continue reading →

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Sonnets

Posted on August 25, 2017 by sputterpub

I try to write at least three poems a week. The exercise promotes ideas and themes. I won’t pretend my passions teem, or seek expression fervently. The process seems a bit like dreaming, juxtaposing line with image, pulling or compressing … Continue reading →

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The New Job

Posted on August 24, 2017 by sputterpub

Transitioning to new devices, shook and catalyzed by this environment, I’m modulating since I undertook a two-day pull from my retirement. Now I commute an unfamiliar route, and stay where I don’t live, and spend the day with novelty. I … Continue reading →

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CC Preserve

Posted on August 22, 2017 by sputterpub

I thought I knew the neighborhood I dwelled within, when I endured that last divorce. But after weeks alone, one day impelled to take a different turn, I set my course for north – turned left – and there before … Continue reading →

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Room Temperature

Posted on August 21, 2017 by sputterpub

Progressing with deletion for two years, deriving only added good from less, concluding fats are better than my fears, and feeling strong’s addictive, I confess I hadn’t thought of adding stuff instead. I knew I understood the regimen. So I … Continue reading →

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