Category Archives: Poetry

Omphalos

Posted on April 30, 2015 by sputterpub

Now why am I so mad again today I’m picking fights with people in my mind? And why do most my mornings start this way? And will I never leave the wrath behind or plumb it clearly till it disappears? … Continue reading →

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Adultery

Posted on April 28, 2015 by sputterpub

Well as I live and breathe, he vocalized (he gives good phone, and she gives willing ear). He didn’t sound excited or surprised as much as warmly welcoming to hear her alto tones. A pair of weeks had passed with … Continue reading →

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Springing

Posted on April 27, 2015 by sputterpub

The season of awakening is here. The hyacinths are up, magnolias bud in violet to cream, and greens appear a dynasty of tones. The winter mud produces tulip fodder, iris love, and everywhere life stretches toward the sky. The heavens … Continue reading →

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The Child’s New Clothes

Posted on April 24, 2015 by sputterpub

A child may be innocent and pure, with cheek unetched, all possibility, but I detested being one, for sure I had to note the mean conformity, the impotence, the greedy imperfection. The years elapse along with lapsing chance. Assuming power … Continue reading →

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Pedestrian Peering

Posted on April 20, 2015 by sputterpub

She’s wearing Tevas over cotton socks beneath a shapeless skirt and peasant blouse. As if a barrel chose to wear a box, an aging Berkeley matron leaves her house to walk her pets, with passive mate in tow, apparently agreeable … Continue reading →

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Ceres

Posted on April 17, 2015 by sputterpub

When I was pregnant I became divine – a minor goddess of fertility – no sooner touched a plant than it was mine to root and put forth shoots abundantly. I cultivated marijuana seeds, conversed with birds, and looked in … Continue reading →

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After the Retreat

Posted on April 13, 2015 by sputterpub

They forecast yesterday tomorrow’s storm but let us bask until then in the sun, so I am walk-commuting April warm and morning clear, inclined almost to run I’m so impending with my rite of spring. I learned a little bit … Continue reading →

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Opus One

Posted on April 10, 2015 by sputterpub

Inside myself with glee of me I sing. I build atonal choral club of one. Within my skin I harmonize this spring; I buried habit in apparel spun from caterpillar dreams. Now showers bring anointment to the gardens, as the … Continue reading →

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April 6th (2001)

Posted on April 6, 2015 by sputterpub

The arctic always greets us one more time in April, pasting petals to concrete. Replaying slaps of winter, we sublime to cold without between, and every street is blossom-plastered, every bark is damp, the sky is an enclosing pewter dome. … Continue reading →

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Ignorance (Whoops)

Posted on March 27, 2015 by sputterpub

I owe myself a piece of poetry and I can’t think to write on anything except how unaware I seem to be, except how unprepared I am for spring. The equinox has passed and Easter looms, but I am stuck … Continue reading →

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