Category Archives: Poetry

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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Elbow Room

Posted on August 18, 2017 by sputterpub

My days are changing rapidly. Routines begun when I was young and multi-tasked, refined in middle age, are not the means to any end for which I planned or asked. It used to be, I kept a list of goals … Continue reading →

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Boom

Posted on August 17, 2017 by sputterpub

I understand the science and I know some facts about our struggle to survive. We aren’t fish; our arms and hands don’t grow to wings; we never organize a hive. And yet I’m lately stricken with unease at how my … Continue reading →

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MM

Posted on August 15, 2017 by sputterpub

Invited to retrace our steps, the lane of memory unfurled before my eyes. I read the words of he who would attain the vision of his Lord. He testifies with palms upheld, with capitals for nouns. Engaging Reason to bring … Continue reading →

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Tree Air

Posted on August 14, 2017 by sputterpub

I’m sharing air with sycamores today. The weather is the treasure we have here. Our cost of living sucks – we have to pay exorbitantly for this atmosphere. But look at it as drafts of oxygen, as walking hyperbaric therapy: … Continue reading →

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Friday

Posted on August 11, 2017 by sputterpub

I woke at 3:15 and didn’t fall asleep again till it was nearly day. My shoulder hurt a bit. I don’t recall an injury; it didn’t go away no matter my position. Then my head began the monkey-dance of wakeful … Continue reading →

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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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