Category Archives: Poetry

Ar-Jay

Posted on March 21, 2016 by sputterpub

His eyes positioned deep beneath his brow are blue above a furred and crooked nose. Long wrinkles carve his cheeks as if a plow were sun-impelled to sow the years in rows. Imperfect teeth appear behind his lips and hair … Continue reading →

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Senseless

Posted on March 18, 2016 by sputterpub

Invisible people don’t wear any clothes unless they want by fabric to be seen. They cannot blush no matter it’s too cold and only odor tells when they’re unclean. I wonder: can an xray see their hearts? And when will … Continue reading →

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Fanciful

Posted on March 17, 2016 by sputterpub

Too little sleep or food and too much lust, and yet again too many cigarettes, upset the balance, crackle through the crust, and guide me to fantastic parapets where I unsteady witness shifting scenes as shafts of insight pierce the … Continue reading →

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Give

Posted on March 15, 2016 by sputterpub

I’ll give him this: the man is nicely tall and confident enough, and isn’t fat. He still has hair, he loves to climb a wall and likes his work, so give him more than that… Allow that he’s experienced and … Continue reading →

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March(ing)

Posted on March 14, 2016 by sputterpub

I almost see the vernal equinox, palms outward, chin uprisen, visage bright chartreuse on photosynthesizing clocks, on waking gardens undercast with light. Approaching taller days of spring I sense arousing dawn and dusk-extending hours, when shadows mimic pickets of a … Continue reading →

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Weirding

Posted on March 11, 2016 by sputterpub

We didn’t mean to do it but it’s done – we’ve messed our habitat beyond repair. The planet will survive and too the sun, but we’re dysfunctioning in poisoned air upon an orb that’s altering its tilt, below a north … Continue reading →

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Wick

Posted on March 10, 2016 by sputterpub

You park that truck all dented on the street and amble down my curving path of brick, and as you raise your eyes to mine, three sweet and heated feelings center like a wick inside my heart. So care and … Continue reading →

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Meteorology

Posted on March 8, 2016 by sputterpub

It’s been two weeks since I admitted spring was soft on us, insinuating birth. The vines and trees unfurl their buds and fling their pollen, while the bulbs disturb the earth with centimeter nudge and infant thrust, their verdance yellow-cored, … Continue reading →

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Trick

Posted on March 7, 2016 by sputterpub

The trick (I’ll make this quick), if that’s the word to best describe an easy thing once done that, prior to completion, seemed absurd or difficult – most anything but fun – the trick requires neither wit nor heart, but … Continue reading →

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Supernatural

Posted on March 4, 2016 by sputterpub

I get exactly what I want, I guess, as long as I desire what’s around. The fog I bank upon to blanket stress and comfort me, is outside to be found. There’s nothing rare in 61 degrees. We march in … Continue reading →

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