Category Archives: Poetry

Arson

Posted on April 29, 2016 by sputterpub

The wooden pieces, splinter sharp and bright with flame or gray with ember residue, drop riverward. The steel so hot it’s white as noon is plummeting to water, too, and hissing as it kisses through its path, or steaming as … Continue reading →

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HBD

Posted on April 28, 2016 by sputterpub

Long in the tooth? That’s part of the truth. Carve this for a totem: He’s long in the scrotum! The outside loses elasticity while all within are weary wearing out. The frame condenses and that gravity will conquer no one … Continue reading →

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Lunacy

Posted on April 26, 2016 by sputterpub

A coin of platinum lit the sky that night, and didn’t seem to move. The moon hung full and cast on clouds a blood-tinged silver light, exerting its extraordinary pull. It made me send a friend provoking verse. It snuck … Continue reading →

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Richmond Trip

Posted on April 25, 2016 by sputterpub

I studied faces on a weekend jaunt across the country for a cousin’s fete. I rarely think of them – they never haunt my dreams or memories, but it was sweet to look on them, to see those faces lined … Continue reading →

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School Lesson

Posted on April 22, 2016 by sputterpub

Don’t blame the school. It makes you seem a fool, and caps you as a foil and a dunce. That place was neither enemy nor tool for ripening – observe it right for once. Don’t search for good in your … Continue reading →

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To Let

Posted on April 21, 2016 by sputterpub

If three’s the charm, then let this morning’s fit effect relief and constitute the end of ranting bad behavior absent wit or wisdom. Let me leave my son to tend to his responsibilities without my intervention, fury or abuse. Let … Continue reading →

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Two-Thirds of a Box of Matzo

Posted on April 19, 2016 by sputterpub

I cut the sugar out 9 months ago. It wasn’t tough. As if I’d had enough, I stopped the nightly treats. And I can’t crow about my will – I didn’t want sweet stuff. I lost 5 pounds, and then … Continue reading →

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Sunday Cancellation

Posted on April 18, 2016 by sputterpub

I hide in borrowed time from now till noon. A scheduled engagement won’t take place, and I’ll renege about our meeting soon but first I’ll dedicate some time to space. An hour and a quarter I shall steal to run … Continue reading →

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Being in Death Valley

Posted on April 15, 2016 by sputterpub

The planet’s skin erupts, arranges rock, and makes escapement for a stellar clock, while we are butterflies against the walls, more fleeting than the desert waterfalls (like birds or lizards darting in this place, we touch the shadows on the … Continue reading →

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Uneven Parallel Bars

Posted on April 14, 2016 by sputterpub

She found him unattractive from the start (not ugly, but so careless he appealed to her in no way that engorged her heart from where it beats behind its ivory shield). She wonders why she let the link advance (is … Continue reading →

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