Category Archives: Poetry

Sprinkler

Posted on September 27, 2016 by sputterpub

I didn’t plant the sprinklers in the yard – the man I purchased from had them installed – and learning how to set them wasn’t hard, but that’s the only part I learned. One stalled this season, balky in ascent … Continue reading →

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Earthquake Weather

Posted on September 26, 2016 by sputterpub

There’s no such thing as earthquake weather, say the experts in agreement. There’s no link between this kind of hot and windy day and pressure in a fault. How could you think the air’s in touch with magma? That’s a … Continue reading →

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Breakage

Posted on September 23, 2016 by sputterpub

In general, the goods that we create we can repair, but sometimes we must start afresh with new design, and orchestrate a different way, and pull our stuff apart, to make it well. At times a damaged bone requires breaking … Continue reading →

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Time o’ Year

Posted on September 22, 2016 by sputterpub

The arc of Helios advances south and hides its rays from me in neighbor trees, while every garden squirrel fills her mouth with anything available. Degrees of early autumn warmth entice us out of shirt sleeves, while wisteria discards its … Continue reading →

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Hiding from Ourselves

Posted on September 20, 2016 by sputterpub

I have a friend who always hates the folks she loves the most. It’s like she can’t maintain affection that won’t chafe; it rubs and pokes her where she’s tender, till it places strain upon relationships that ought to hold. … Continue reading →

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Off White Take Off

Posted on September 19, 2016 by sputterpub

The date is mid September, and it’s white outside, the normal hue for mornings here. We’re chillier than average and we might see rain, but fog’s our a.m. atmosphere all summertime except when we pull heat the Central Valley dried. … Continue reading →

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Sycamores

Posted on September 16, 2016 by sputterpub

I’m looking at the mid-September sun through leaves of sycamore, shot with chartreuse. Proceeding as the day is nearly done, when UV filters haven’t any use, I note the sky is bluer from the wind that twisted lighter leaves and … Continue reading →

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Headline

Posted on September 15, 2016 by sputterpub

I woke before the light today, because the sun is lately tardier to rise, and I know how to read our natural laws, so as I gave the dog her exercise, I measured moisture riding on the air, collected leaves … Continue reading →

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Sexagenaria

Posted on September 13, 2016 by sputterpub

I know it takes some bravery to age, but no one mentioned every sad surprise. So I was steeled to wrinkle, for the stage that features fear of falls, for failing eyes and hearing loss as I grew long in … Continue reading →

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The Latest Complaint

Posted on September 12, 2016 by sputterpub

Four months ago I hurt my finger, when I tried to help a neighbor up who fell. The woman’s old but mean; she flailed and then my pinky twisted and began to swell. Ensuing bruising purpled half my hand, retreating … Continue reading →

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