Category Archives: Transit

7 Months

Posted on April 16, 2024 by sputterpub

Exactly 7 months ago, the breachoccurred. My little office was ransacked.The violation hurt but didn’t reachthe level of catastrophe. In factI’d grown too comfortable alone and mute,and careless with my shed security.I noticed but I didn’t miss the loot,except for … Continue reading →

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In Process Progress

Posted on April 13, 2024 by sputterpub

Until I checked and saw the welcome phrase,I didn’t know how much my peace was wrecked.I’d wasted months and suffered more delays,until I checked. At first Manhattan led me to expectif I’d apply and give them 90 days,they’d honor what … Continue reading →

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Kindle Kill

Posted on April 11, 2024 by sputterpub

From car to plane to train this body went,so tired that I dropped my Kindle twice.My brain was dull;.my stamina was spent;I closed my eyes. My grip was not precise,and though retrieval fixed each fall event,when I reached home and … Continue reading →

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Impression Expression

Posted on April 10, 2024 by sputterpub

I’m sensing insecurities in allI fondly visited so recently.Five minds in bodies, bent to overhaulexperience that’s obvious to me.I wonder how they’d fare if they could seethemselves relaxed and open to a flightof fancy ballasted but ranging free.I wish they’d … Continue reading →

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A Cause

Posted on April 9, 2024 by sputterpub

It hurts to witness the emotions here –a character oppressed and overworked;a brain-reduced adult who’s never clear;three teens by games and carbohydrates jerked.I love them though I’d skirt this atmosphere,but visit often lest my cause be shirked:to nudge them up … Continue reading →

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Bailing

Posted on April 4, 2024 by sputterpub

We’re cutting bait a day before we must.Our passion for that angle fades away.Uncertainty has swamped and soaked all trustthe rigging will be sound. So we’ll obeyour self-command until a later day.We’ll seek another course and latitude.A mutual reluctance now … Continue reading →

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A Wash of Love

Posted on March 29, 2024 by sputterpub

I rode BART after sunset Wednesday night,my body tired and my brain adrift,and realized I was feeling quite all right.I gazed at others, and I sensed a liftof love for everyone within my sight.Sensation washed inside me like a gift,and … Continue reading →

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Fortnight

Posted on March 25, 2024 by sputterpub

I should have been away but must delaya journey north, while loved ones’ viral loaddiminishes. Those five will be okay,but I’d be risking much in their abode,and company would likely discommodethe ill, as much as they are used to me.For … Continue reading →

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The Better Bureau

Posted on March 21, 2024 by sputterpub

I ate a friendly early lunch, downtown,and then explored the campus boundaryto find the set-back entrance and lay downthe facts and circumstances curbing me.And after five-plus months of senselesslypursuing bureaucratic paths of grief,I found intelligence that practicallyprovided forms that seem … Continue reading →

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Owning the Outing

Posted on February 9, 2024 by sputterpub

An atmospheric river, says the news.My mother, brother, buddies second that.If I were you I’d stay home, they enthuse,but I’m determined I will venture out.The bus and train are running – I can usethem and my feet to visit some … Continue reading →

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