Category Archives: Poetry

Saw

Posted on October 8, 2015 by sputterpub

I used to make a promise every day, by self-control to limit what I eat, but 50 years have shown me that’s no way to modify my pattern. Words are neat and vows are packed with powerful intent, but stating … Continue reading →

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Vicissitudes

Posted on October 6, 2015 by sputterpub

So early did I go to bed last night that I arose before the dog today. I tried to lift my feet to proper height when walking Shelby to her morning play, but I, still suffering from weariness, and feeling … Continue reading →

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Mystory

Posted on October 5, 2015 by sputterpub

I well remember how I boiled then. The passion for experience, the thirst for self-expression: I recall again the pressure of the future and the first occasions when I got to make a choice. The boys were anxious turning into … Continue reading →

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Peritaph

Posted on October 2, 2015 by sputterpub

My mother says she never died before, although she watched my dad and others end. She runs to doctors clamoring for more advice and medications to extend a life she’s finding tiresome and sad. “I want to get this diagnosed … Continue reading →

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Currents

Posted on October 1, 2015 by sputterpub

This television, almost new and made by those who ought to best know how it’s done, should not have gone to green, to strobe, to fade, to turn its picture off when it’s begun. I watched it when it first … Continue reading →

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Fulcrum

Posted on September 29, 2015 by sputterpub

A different life is just a choice away, a corridor a whisper wide to cross, a path uncharted leading from today to unexplored conditions that may toss tomorrows like a salad, mercury released in silver twining rivulets. If I do … Continue reading →

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State of Mind

Posted on September 28, 2015 by sputterpub

I want to wed a word to word, to mount a phrase that I can nurture to a line, and build from that a quatrain of account, and pen it to display a thought of mine. And then I’ll set … Continue reading →

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Field Trip on BART

Posted on September 25, 2015 by sputterpub

We stop in downtown Berkeley, and the car is overrun by youngsters out of school. Invaders of the quiet – that they are – who tripping to the field obey the rule of buddies and the principal request: “You guys, … Continue reading →

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I Never Tried This Wisdom On Before

Posted on September 24, 2015 by sputterpub

The sky could bluer be, but all is clean from rain and crisp with autumn chill. The plants deciduous have put aside their green, as I collect the wisdom weather grants. I’ve grown too old to wear confusion well. I’m … Continue reading →

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Clock Radio

Posted on September 22, 2015 by sputterpub

I didn’t mind the volume or the tone – fidelity was no big deal for me – but I made sure to set the clock to drone me early up, so I could shop and be at work ahead of … Continue reading →

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