Category Archives: Poetry

Feels like Homecoming

Posted on June 18, 2024 by sputterpub

For seven days I barely left my space.And then I ventured out a little bit –a market walk, massages to my face,a cautious lunch and one small glass of wine,collecting from my brother an embraceamid abating minor sore fatigue.My symptoms … Continue reading →

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Self-Indulgence

Posted on June 17, 2024 by sputterpub

It must have been two dozen years agoor more, when I began to spend four daysa week commuting to the office. ThoughI worked at home as well, I stayed at home.And Monday was the day I chose to blowoff close … Continue reading →

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All are Well

Posted on June 16, 2024 by sputterpub

Near all of my extended familywho live nearby were virus-struck of late.And though no one felt awful, certainlywe each took proper steps to isolate.At last, a fortnight later, we all seeno testing lines. We’re good to congregatewith others, dine and … Continue reading →

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Hissy Marathon

Posted on June 15, 2024 by sputterpub

For seven months I heard the tale unfold.It started when her laundry system died.She purchased new equipment and then toldme afterward she wasn’t satisfied.She couldn’t start or stop each new machine.She called installers back – they showed her how.But operator … Continue reading →

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Character Sketch

Posted on June 14, 2024 by sputterpub

She storms the doctors’ office when they fail to call her back,although there hasn’t been a long delay.She reads her own anxiety and goes on the attack,and won’t attend to anything we say.“What’s wrong with it?” she’ll challenge. “I just … Continue reading →

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Looking Ahead

Posted on June 13, 2024 by sputterpub

Composing lines 8 days before I fly,I wonder if the future will conformto present expectation. Likely Iwill feel okay (the weather not too warmat either end). United’s bound to tryto be on-time (of late their schedule normis picked to let … Continue reading →

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How Nice

Posted on June 12, 2024 by sputterpub

I thought I’d cancel, but she said to me,“Allow yourself more time – you may get well.Forget my cancellation policy,and let’s both hope – you sure could use a spellin this salon, to aid recoveryas soon as you shake off … Continue reading →

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Anti-Planning

Posted on June 11, 2024 by sputterpub

Embarking on a no-plan week is weird,accustomed as I am to strategize.The vivid line has not yet disappeared,though black has paled to graytone in my eyes.Tomorrow always carries some surprise,but swabbing adds “prohibit” or “allow.”Commitment isn’t possible or wise.It’s curious … Continue reading →

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Other Subjects

Posted on June 10, 2024 by sputterpub

We’re tired of this virus, but nobody’s feeling ill,and protocols have been relaxed a lot.We’re still supposed to isolate 5 days and, sure, we will,but I refuse to add another jotof rhyming words and meter to what’s ailing me and … Continue reading →

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Zero + One

Posted on June 8, 2024 by sputterpub

My temperature increased by three degrees,which made me sleepy, chilly, unawareof any appetite. Not painful, theseconditions, and I knew they signifiedmy body fighting off activitiesengendered by coronavirus cells.I gave full rein to my immunities.I sneezed alone, and slept, and left … Continue reading →

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