Category Archives: Poetry

Inadvertent Shiva

Posted on April 7, 2016 by sputterpub

For more than three full days I stayed within the house, from heat and lack of plans, in shade. I didn’t look in mirrors, and the din of unshod feet is all the noise I made. I cleaned the place. … Continue reading →

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Insectance

Posted on April 5, 2016 by sputterpub

A week ago the lazy flies appeared as if there were a carcass in the yard, but now I know they show up every year: obnoxious ugliness, but never hard to kill – a catalog can do the job, or … Continue reading →

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Murder Mystery

Posted on April 4, 2016 by sputterpub

I’m not an ornithologist – I’ve friends who study birds with telescopic glee, but wings instead of hands won’t serve my ends, and caged bird eyes are freaked and panicky. I certainly appreciate their kind. I like the hawk and … Continue reading →

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Renaissance

Posted on April 1, 2016 by sputterpub

My garden sparkles in the morning light, with forty shades of green amid the blues, the pinks, the purples, yellows: every height of bush in bloom in all the rainbow hues. Now lilies with the dahlias congregate, and nod at … Continue reading →

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Personal

Posted on March 31, 2016 by sputterpub

A nearly single male of 48 who’s self-employed, caucasian, tall and fit, desires to convert his lonely state to something warmer and more intimate. I like to eat and drink and be outside, and smoking doesn’t bother me too much. … Continue reading →

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Itinerary

Posted on March 29, 2016 by sputterpub

I dropped my clock upon the floor last night as I was setting it to ring today, and now it isn’t marking minutes right, so I awoke with twenty gone away I thought I’d use. But I don’t need that … Continue reading →

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Showers

Posted on March 28, 2016 by sputterpub

We hosted rain the second day of spring: a playful splash of water from the sky that wet the wood and spattered everything, impelling me to stay here where it’s dry and I’ve a fire burning gas to warm my … Continue reading →

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Dys Mis

Posted on March 25, 2016 by sputterpub

I know that people live on different planes with sets at every level, type and kind, but nothing I’ve experienced explains why my sort is so difficult to find. There may be few, but still there must be some who … Continue reading →

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The Gloaming

Posted on March 24, 2016 by sputterpub

The light of 6 pm invites my eyes to gaze unshielded toward the scene across my busy street. I try to analyze the glow that lays as soft as early moss, as gentle as the sound of water drops upon … Continue reading →

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Chasm

Posted on March 22, 2016 by sputterpub

Behold the weary woman in her chair or better, be the holder with your hands. Betake her with your eyes but if you care for her, then take her what she understands. For she is too fatigued to see your … Continue reading →

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