Category Archives: Poetry

Blonde

Posted on July 25, 2014 by sputterpub

I often watch this woman on the train: a specimen self-confident and fat, of middle height, with features blunt and plain, in jeans and flannel daily. Topping that her hair hangs long and bottle-blonde, still damp from her shampoo. Around … Continue reading →

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Full Moon in July

Posted on July 21, 2014 by sputterpub

Elsewhere, the sun is shining and the men will barbecue this summer afternoon. But here we’re chilly overcast again and even though it’s full tonight, the moon won’t penetrate our evening fog (its glow will be a smudge upon our … Continue reading →

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Early Works

Posted on July 18, 2014 by sputterpub

Reviewing verse I wrote when I was young, the feet uneven and the tenor brass, I skimmed what didn’t scan: a toddler tongue in stammer; my conceit as green as grass. I understood what made my lover groan when I … Continue reading →

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Periscope

Posted on July 17, 2014 by sputterpub

One hundred pages written fifty years ago, I’m reading like they’re fresh this week. Amid the words a character appears: a woman-girl whose memory I seek. She wrote of incidents I don’t recall. She often seemed too self-dismayed to thrive. … Continue reading →

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Synthesis

Posted on July 14, 2014 by sputterpub

I say you make me know I have a soul. I feel inside the core of me a pull that takes me out of me. I’ve no control about this tractor beam, and I am full at once with ache … Continue reading →

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Podiatry

Posted on July 11, 2014 by sputterpub

Today I tried three different pairs of shoes before I strapped these sandals on my feet. I’m careful – if I incorrectly choose, I’ll pay for it on path or stairs or street. I hate a heavy shoe or heated … Continue reading →

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Skunks

Posted on July 7, 2014 by sputterpub

I share the yard with 7 skunks, I think. I know they’re polecats but they’re hard to count. I see them out at 4 a.m. – they slink and romp and by their tails the kits amount to 5 or … Continue reading →

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Reaction

Posted on July 3, 2014 by sputterpub

Bizarre and perilous seems my routine today, and I don’t understand the cause of this foreboding mood. It cannot mean catastrophe my dog has tender paws, abraded brow and irritated skin. My dreams are derelict as my garage, I nothing … Continue reading →

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Penetration

Posted on June 30, 2014 by sputterpub

The fog against my face is fleet and chill, inspiring me to processing inside my panoramic plans; my acts of will and attitude; a deviance; a tide as tubular and strong as lunacy creates. Now morning blares the fog to … Continue reading →

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Lines

Posted on June 27, 2014 by sputterpub

The view down Sacramento Street aligns today. The garbage cans like fences edge the boundary of yard and street. Designs of linearity are drawn with hedge and pepper tree, while arrowing ahead of me recede the blocks of old concrete: … Continue reading →

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