Category Archives: Poetry

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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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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