Category Archives: Poetry

Construction Triolet

Posted on March 14, 2025 by sputterpub

I’m dwelling in a small construction zone.I had to ask for it; I knew I should.Although I always love to live alone,I’m dwelling in a small construction zone.Disrupted daily, trying not to groan,the work that’s being done is looking good.I’m … Continue reading →

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Artifact

Posted on March 13, 2025 by sputterpub

Although I wasn’t girly when a kid,as only daughter I assumed I knewmy mother’s rings and things. She never hidher stuff from me. And though she often threwaway her things (and mine), I had no cluethat something closeted or boxed … Continue reading →

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No Blocks

Posted on March 12, 2025 by sputterpub

I’m not sure why I find no mental blockswhen I survey inside. For I can spysome body shame, but nothing recall locks.I’m not sure why. Somatic mishaps seemed outside of mycontrol, and as for teenage peerage mocks,they ricocheted and never … Continue reading →

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Door Work

Posted on March 11, 2025 by sputterpub

The work is needed, but it won’t be funto feel disruption for a month or more,as hinges are removed, and one by one,I have to do without a framed-glass door.Until the reparations are all done,I’ll have more noise and people … Continue reading →

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Good Cut

Posted on March 10, 2025 by sputterpub

My mother had no patience with my hair.When I was only 7, someone choppedit off too short to tangle or to snare.I recollect dismay and shame that stoppedmy freedom. So I seized control to wearit, heard her hate it when … Continue reading →

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Simperers

Posted on March 9, 2025 by sputterpub

Detailing social friction in their set,she sorted people geographically,contending east coast natives ever gettheir notions and emotions blatantlydeclared, while westerners are more repressed(polite or sensitive they’d self-describe).But he conjectured how each one expressedwas owing to a hot or WASPy tribe. … Continue reading →

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WIP

Posted on March 8, 2025 by sputterpub

The waterproofing on the western faceis near completion now. I thought the planinitially was simply to replacesome soggy sills, but talking to the manmy brother recommended, skillful, smart,developed and expanded into new,inside and out – almost a work of artbefore … Continue reading →

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Eastward at 8

Posted on March 7, 2025 by sputterpub

I didn’t note, returning home, a sightinspiring me to aim and click my phone,until I exited the train last nightand followed this appearance. I had grownaccustomed to street oddities all right,but this was an array I’d never known.It raised the … Continue reading →

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Westward at 3

Posted on March 6, 2025 by sputterpub

I walked through campus on the way to BART,avoiding strikers to absorb new greeninstead of chants. Once there, I stood apartfrom others, and rode backwards when the screenannounced an 18 minute wait. My heartat peace, my book in hand, and … Continue reading →

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A Little Breakage

Posted on March 5, 2025 by sputterpub

I passed the damage yesterday, and thoughtit might serve as a prompt for micro verse.A stanza on the little chaos broughtgratuitously now. An urban curse,a tantrum, small destruction no one soughtand, to be sure, a crime that might be worse.I … Continue reading →

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