Category Archives: Poetry

Antiprayer

Posted on April 1, 2011 by sputterpub

Allow me disadvantage so I’ll pay attention to my life. Bestow on me a dare, a tiny hassle toss my way; anoint my psyche with adversity. I need a little friction. I can’t sense a passage unabrasive or the slick … Continue reading →

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Chemistry

Posted on March 29, 2011 by sputterpub

   When I was 15 I took high school chemistry. That’s what college-bound kids did in the 60s; enrolled in Biology, Chemistry, and Physics in that order, the final three years of school. It wasn’t a favorite course but I … Continue reading →

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Continuum

Posted on March 25, 2011 by sputterpub

“I need more space,” my boyfriend used to plead in 1969, but what he meant was “I want other girls, and I don’t need a steady yet.” It wasn’t his intent to settle down before his oats could sprout, who’d … Continue reading →

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Codes & Epigrams

Posted on March 22, 2011 by sputterpub

When I was around 55, I finally figured out that people don’t always mean their words. Some phrases are in fact code. For example, “Hi, how are you?” is seldom an honest inquiry about your health or mood. You’re supposed to … Continue reading →

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Canyon Road

Posted on March 18, 2011 by sputterpub

  When I was in my 50s, I checked out opera. I had a friend who was recently widowed, and he held two season tickets to what SF put on. I attended performances with him a few times a year. I … Continue reading →

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What Goes Around

Posted on March 15, 2011 by sputterpub

  When I was 16 I was into poetry and wax-resistant dying and my best friend Ellen, with whom I examined cosmology, world philosophy, and gossip. One of our conclusions then – a private catch-phrase between us – was a modification … Continue reading →

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Kaleidoscope

Posted on March 11, 2011 by sputterpub

  When I was almost 54, I glanced out the BART window and was dazzled by sun diamonds. It was a bright winter morning and I was on a train headed to San Francisco. My seat was on the port side, … Continue reading →

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Approaching Spring

Posted on March 8, 2011 by sputterpub

     When I was around 50 and walking one spring morning, I was amused to encounter a clump of purple wisteria flowers poking like a face through a front yard fence. wisteria blooms pilloried between fence slats face the morning … Continue reading →

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The Lawsuit

Posted on March 4, 2011 by sputterpub

  When I was 43 I got sued. It was a surreal situation; the client got in trouble by going against what I recommended, and then contended that I was incompetent. After all, his lawyer charged, if I had been effective … Continue reading →

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Utopolis

Posted on February 25, 2011 by sputterpub

  When I was 15 I spent some time with the school debate team. I wasn’t a member but my friends Jim and Tim were, and I helped them prepare for the competitions. The subject that year was nuclear power. It … Continue reading →

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