Category Archives: Poetry

Or Else

Posted on May 25, 2017 by sputterpub

“You have a week to reconsider,” said her husband late that bitter breakup night. “If you persist in leaving, go ahead, but understand you’ll never make it right. The exit is one-way; you can’t return once you depart (or send … Continue reading →

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Furious

Posted on May 23, 2017 by sputterpub

Divorce? How could she? He was always good to her. However could she make him leave? Especially when babies came, she should have found a way to tolerate and cleave to him; a 10-year marriage earned him that. She’ll say … Continue reading →

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Unnecessary Walking

Posted on May 22, 2017 by sputterpub

Another gorgeous Sunday by the bay, with azure sky and eighty-one degrees. The air is light and satiny today, caressing sunblocked cheeks, uncovered knees, and arms that swing with freedom, showing sleeves of ink or naked skin. The weather’s why … Continue reading →

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Exhortation

Posted on May 19, 2017 by sputterpub

Desert the bay for desert solitude. Forsake for sand asphalt security. Give up the bath and smile on the crude appliances of camping purity. Adjust the pack and venture on a trail that’s never felt the surface of a wheel. … Continue reading →

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Design

Posted on May 18, 2017 by sputterpub

Redundancy’s a benefit in smart design, along with sensors and alerts. And symmetry’s a necessary part, aesthetically and practically. Then hurts are not catastrophes. Malfunctions do occur, but engineering kept in mind the likely fails and rarer problems too, so … Continue reading →

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Ozymandias

Posted on May 16, 2017 by sputterpub

A man who savored every slide of life, and valued his possessions neatly kept, was married to an all-disposing wife who gratified herself, the while he slept, by fantasizing what she’d throw away if she had rein to sweep the … Continue reading →

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Mid-Afternoon Lull

Posted on May 15, 2017 by sputterpub

I need the sun today or I will drowse all afternoon – some times are like that when you get mature. I’ll lose it if I browse the Internet, or even play ten-ten; if I don’t move around I’ll fall … Continue reading →

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Irregretful

Posted on May 12, 2017 by sputterpub

The medicos have not been good for me. In general I’ve had less help than pain from doctors, nurses, techs and pharmacy, but every now and then the docs explain a situation, show a stretch or teach, and then I … Continue reading →

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Polyandry

Posted on May 11, 2017 by sputterpub

I caught the image of the perfect man for me: a coded version of a dream, expressing fancy more than any plan my cohorts call improbably extreme. For I imagine me and C entwined, with M available and E involved, … Continue reading →

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Finity

Posted on May 9, 2017 by sputterpub

I used to wear high heels to work most days – they made my legs look best, and I could stride impressively on streets and walks. I’d gaze at my reflected posture full of pride. But that was then; my … Continue reading →

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