Category Archives: Poetry

The Loneliest New Year’s Eve (Y2K)

Posted on December 31, 2014 by sputterpub

Alone I’ll be to say a wet goodbye to all the years that start with 1 and 9. My house will echo as the dog and I make mumble-face and forelegs intertwine. Admittedly I’ll long for company, imagining a corny … Continue reading →

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Air

Posted on December 29, 2014 by sputterpub

The sky is falling on my head today. Thrice rain-beset by storms, my brow is kissed precipitantly as I wend my way to work. The atmosphere is filled with mist, the air is saturated, white as smoke and cool as … Continue reading →

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To An Ex

Posted on December 26, 2014 by sputterpub

I’m trying to imagine being you and I can’t find a place inside for fun, a room for play, a window with a view horizon-wide and open to the sun. Instead I see you crouch around your core, a bulwark … Continue reading →

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Manipulation

Posted on December 22, 2014 by sputterpub

Manipulation is a two-edged blade that cuts for good with puppets, medicine and toys. Its nasty aspect is displayed in mob convection, seething from within but powered by an outside agency; or scheming mates who have an axe to grind … Continue reading →

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Comforter

Posted on December 19, 2014 by sputterpub

Impulsively white daffodils appear. Magnolia trees with purple taste the light before we’ve even ended the old year, before we dream beneath the longest night. The sun withdraws and sucks with it the spark of life in leaves, so liquidambar … Continue reading →

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ego

Posted on December 15, 2014 by sputterpub

I can’t remember how to write a poem. Rehearsing meter roughly I begin to chant iambic as I walk from home, enjoying cashmere warm against my chin, appreciating wool around my neck, in love with fluffy gray upon my ears. … Continue reading →

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ReMed

Posted on December 12, 2014 by sputterpub

An oval of compounded dope as white as pharmacy and not prescribed for me I swallowed with a sip of water right before I started work, and now I’m free of pain in head or neck. Unpleasant smell I have … Continue reading →

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90 Days

Posted on December 8, 2014 by sputterpub

Too many days but not a lot of time will pass before I hear your voice aloud, before we soar beyond our prose or rhyme, before your back is arched, my neck is bowed, our hands are moving where they … Continue reading →

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Apostrophe

Posted on December 5, 2014 by sputterpub

Come – ask me why I left my mother’s womb. (The answer’s absolutely need for space.) Considering the question in my room and on the streets, I look in any face, at every posture, spy and listen, scan around me … Continue reading →

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Live Wire (Would Have Been Awesome if the Baby’d Been a Girl)

Posted on December 1, 2014 by sputterpub

Of course there’s no connection to record: coincidence perhaps, but not Kismet. These small events are surely best ignored. You’ll doubtless disregard my words, but let me say my daughter first felt life last night, and then she dreamed a … Continue reading →

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