Category Archives: Transit

Docked at Honfleur (A Halfway Point)

Posted on September 13, 2025 by sputterpub

The walks are interesting; I’ve liked each scene.The food is various and sleep’s okay.I’m loving the departure from routine –I spend time otherwise, and every dayhas different irks and merits to convey.The weather is remarkably like home;the water colors match … Continue reading →

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On/Off and Off and On in London

Posted on September 12, 2025 by sputterpub

We must have crossed the river seven times,aboard the On/Off bus and then apace.Although we didn’t witness any crimes,we noticed gangs of tourists stuffing faceand clogging every vantage, every place,restricting the advancement of our roamwith photos and no evidence of … Continue reading →

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En Route

Posted on September 11, 2025 by sputterpub

Do you remember 50 years ago, when SNL was funny, and we thought we’d change the world with humor? Did we grow unsubtle and unwise as decades brought nostalgia, and we lost the will to know the space between created … Continue reading →

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T Minus 5

Posted on September 9, 2025 by sputterpub

Five days before I left, I had no themeto talk about, no subject to discuss.I focused on my plans and tried to beamsome calm inside, resisting any fussof deadlines, limitations, or extremepreoccupation, letting no words mussmy musing, sensing scenes will … Continue reading →

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18 Days Off

Posted on August 20, 2025 by sputterpub

I’m closing windows, turning off machines,deploying shades, and soon will lock the door.Two bags are packed and you know what it means:I’m off to other regions, to exploresome different ways, fresh attitudes and scenes,from which I’ll feel renewed and even … Continue reading →

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End of the Line

Posted on August 19, 2025 by sputterpub

I’m grateful for the buses running yet.I know the system’s ever earning less.I often ride when walking will not getme where I wish to go without distressof time. Directors lately must resetsome schedules and frequencies, I guess.This stanza marks the … Continue reading →

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Delineation

Posted on August 12, 2025 by sputterpub

The contrast was so sharp, I can’t ignoresensations I collected those 2 days.On Saturday I opted to exploreon shaded grass some mortuary ways.At Sunday’s street fair there was so much moreto take in – people, music, sale displays.The first was … Continue reading →

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Roughly 16 Hours

Posted on August 11, 2025 by sputterpub

Reporting to some loved ones facts I heardthat may apply but need to percolate,and then of relatives bestowing word,the hours served to overstimulate.With insufficient rest, I rose to playwith children: sweet but tiring, no disputebut lots of volume. Toting love … Continue reading →

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Dactyls on BART

Posted on August 10, 2025 by sputterpub

Unruly Behavior Can Ruin a Ride.I spotted the sign Saturday.I pulled out my phone and shot what I espied –good dactyls – then went on my way. I wanted a topic for Sunday, and thoughtI couldn’t do better than this.The … Continue reading →

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Brake to Break

Posted on August 5, 2025 by sputterpub

I plan to interrupt this streak in weeks.On August 20th I shall depart.And though I will be practicing techniques,my time will go to gathering, from startto homecoming, each episode that tweaksattention, and the feelings in my heart.I’ll let impressions, fertilized … Continue reading →

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