Category Archives: Poetry

Phytolacca Icosandra (Pokeweed)

Posted on November 13, 2025 by sputterpub

My phone identifies the volunteerthat colonized the space beside the gateas Phytolacca Icosandra: queer,gigantic, berried, bending from the weightof rainfall. I see birds appreciatethe fruit, but it’s no food our species loves.The common name is Pokeweed, and its fatewill be … Continue reading →

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November Evenings

Posted on November 12, 2025 by sputterpub

The sun is going down at 5 o’clock.The evening rolls in, darkening the view.And though aware I host some writer’s blockat dusk, I can revise a line or two,considering that while it’s nothing newI write, creative is the energyI loose … Continue reading →

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On Second Thought

Posted on November 11, 2025 by sputterpub

I think to write at night, but lately findmy hands would rather rest than hold a pen.Although ideas may germinate in mind,they need some percolation time. So whena theme occurs – a question or a kindof theory buds – I … Continue reading →

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Monday Medley

Posted on November 10, 2025 by sputterpub

Aware tomorrow’s full from dawn to night,and glad I walked my errands yesterday,I’ll fill with words and food and bath the light:prepare some posts and meals, and scrape awayold skin from face and dander from my gray.I’ll dress in sweats, … Continue reading →

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What’s Empathy?

Posted on November 9, 2025 by sputterpub

What’s empathy? I hear some people claimpreponderance but, really, what I seeis self-attendance by another name.What’s empathy? To understand oneself’s a qualityto cultivate and cherish. All the same,for others it’s not sensitivity. I don’t attend performances. That’s lame,but fear of … Continue reading →

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For Why

Posted on November 8, 2025 by sputterpub

As often as at dawn I feel my years,and near-conclude I’ll nest at home all day,my body after time and coffee veersto stationary bike. Then yoga’s swaybetakes me, and intention soft-appearsto put on shoes and travel. While awayI gather hugs … Continue reading →

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Morning Write About Night

Posted on November 7, 2025 by sputterpub

Becoming more diurnal every year,I’m up at dawn and comatose by nine.Accomplishing all morning, then I veerto lassitude by 2 pm, my spineand brain to recess aimed. And that’s been finea decade, but I’m contemplating change –tonight I’ll write and … Continue reading →

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No Lunch

Posted on November 6, 2025 by sputterpub

The highlight of today I thought would bea lunch date with a friend, a mile away.I set out walking thinking I would seeher face and taste good food and we’d relaythe latest news on hormones, bones and knee.But then I … Continue reading →

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Editing

Posted on November 5, 2025 by sputterpub

Her letter to the editor was good(she sent it to me though I didn’t ask).Agreeing with its politics, I wouldhave slashed some words, if that had been my task.But pausing in reply I realized shouldimprove me. Well I knew she’d … Continue reading →

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Ambling Free

Posted on November 4, 2025 by sputterpub

It’s been a week since I could walk withouta destination specified to meeta person or arrangement brought aboutby social obligation. There were sweetreunions, celebrations. With no doubtI’m grateful, but I’m glad today my feetare free to pace alone, where I … Continue reading →

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