Category Archives: Poetry

Titration

Posted on April 20, 2017 by sputterpub

Now I’ve been smoking pot for 50 years. At 17, Gail offered me that toke. I liked it even better than my peers: Discovering that I was born to smoke (my mom inhaling cigarettes 3 packs a day when I … Continue reading →

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Wisteria

Posted on April 18, 2017 by sputterpub

It doesn’t seem to matter how much rain we get – the trellis doesn’t bloom till Spring has spent at least a week, till we obtain the light of April, and the laurels ring with birdsong dawn and dusk. We’re … Continue reading →

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Pedi

Posted on April 17, 2017 by sputterpub

I gave myself a half-assed pedicure, exfoliating while I soaked my feet and thinking my activity as sure a sign of coming spring as noontime heat and evening light. I polished, moisturized, and contemplated budding in the yard while robins … Continue reading →

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Reef

Posted on April 14, 2017 by sputterpub

As if we didn’t have abundant griefs of late, with drought and flood and ailing trees, we’re decimating all the coral reefs – our monkeyshines resulting in degrees of warmth we never need and can’t dispel – we’re too far … Continue reading →

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Reading Middlemarch

Posted on April 13, 2017 by sputterpub

In olden days, before TVs and phones, when books were authored leisurely and long, when letters were substantial, and the bones of narrative were dressed with right and wrong and mannerly philosophies, then calm after a day of work and … Continue reading →

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Nurslings

Posted on April 11, 2017 by sputterpub

I met twin newborn kids a few weeks back, who wobbled round an hour after birth on sturdy knobby legs. Their coats were black and white, their eyes alert upon the earth; they walked unaided to their nourishment. Precociously capricious … Continue reading →

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Oxalisation

Posted on April 10, 2017 by sputterpub

My neighborhood’s oxalisated now. The yellow blooms make carpets in the sun. To finger-rake the foliage is how we weed the yard in April, leaving none although the flowers never hurt our eyes, and clover-cool the green is soft as … Continue reading →

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Metalwork

Posted on April 7, 2017 by sputterpub

It’s working well enough to earn renewal – the year’s experiment is a success. My life alone is precious like a jewel that nestles in the metalwork of stress. Today the crown sits heavy on my head; nostalgia and old … Continue reading →

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Bio

Posted on April 6, 2017 by sputterpub

At twenty years I knew a girl in quite a situation: between two guys and in a whirl of raging vacillation. For one she loved but circled wide, abhorring his depression. The other simply satisfied with joyful self-expression. She tried … Continue reading →

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Anachrony

Posted on April 4, 2017 by sputterpub

Rereading prose composed two decades past, I’m struck with three anachronistic themes. Our ways of life are modifying fast and so I have to choose between old memes and explanations, or reworking now the plot to fit our modern wired … Continue reading →

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