Category Archives: Poetry

I’m Sorry

Posted on July 17, 2017 by sputterpub

I stopped apologizing, called a truce toward everyone who disagrees with me, and challenged my habitual excuse for fierce expression (“it’s my tendency”). And after quelling quiet for a while, without a stroke my center was revealed, and I began … Continue reading →

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Apologos

Posted on July 14, 2017 by sputterpub

Exasperated with apologies, I’m counseling my girlfriends to be proud of getting to our age. We ought to seize this opportunity to state out loud: I didn’t buckle to the discipline. I figured out a method to survive as my … Continue reading →

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Messenger Blame

Posted on July 13, 2017 by sputterpub

I seem to be a worn cliche these days. My brother’s wife’s consorting with a lover and won’t take care or slow it down. She plays and yet complains of him – she mentioned “hover” – her own word – … Continue reading →

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Spare the Air

Posted on July 11, 2017 by sputterpub

I like a morning joint. Last Saturday, I’d been awake three hours and I’d done some extra exercise before a ray of bright invaded, shot from summer sun unclouded (we’re inverted, pooling hot). But when I exhaled out the window … Continue reading →

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No Fooling

Posted on July 10, 2017 by sputterpub

I’m curious about his life, and yet whenever I converse with him in mind, I’m talking of myself, and I forget to ask him questions. If he were assigned the task of interviewing me for print, the Q & As … Continue reading →

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About Me

Posted on July 7, 2017 by sputterpub

Enjoying conversations in my head, imagining details I would describe about myself, vignettes more thought than said, I don’t propose a forceful diatribe. I don’t intend to lecture or declare, but if this new acquaintance is to bloom, then it … Continue reading →

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Three Times

Posted on July 6, 2017 by sputterpub

Three times I found the bathroom light still lit when I went there to use the toilet. Twice I meant to turn it off. Appropriate response, except “forgot it” won’t suffice. And so, when for the third time I approached, … Continue reading →

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My Sister

Posted on July 4, 2017 by sputterpub

My sister is an egotist, and proud of her self-love. She argues that the first objective, if one’s luckily endowed with smarts, is happiness – to be immersed in chosen labor, utilizing mind and body, loving some, respecting all. She’s … Continue reading →

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Yard Food

Posted on July 3, 2017 by sputterpub

Fat mourning doves took breakfast in my yard today; their feathers flashed a rim of white as they enfolded landing air. It’s hard to miss how much they walk like chickens, sight like pigeons, look like dinner on short legs. … Continue reading →

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Cuckoo

Posted on June 30, 2017 by sputterpub

She knows that she’s an Ashkenazi Jew: near-sighted, good with numbers, big of nose. The other word (Sephardic) isn’t true of her, and every Jew is these or those. She feels she ought to like Gefilte fish and potted meat, … Continue reading →

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