Category Archives: Transit

Commuting Downers

Posted on December 19, 2024 by sputterpub

What purpose does an escalator fillthat’s going down? It contradicts the name.Do planners short on brains and long on willmistake a walker’s needs, and think the samedegree of aid is needed in descentas in a laden rise through gravity?Was it … Continue reading →

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Amateur Sociopathy

Posted on December 9, 2024 by sputterpub

An edge of irritation’s lurking now.Perhaps I’ve been too patient recently.Six days away, among those I allowa lot of latitude, my energyinvested in attending carefullyto people passionate and needing morethan effort earns or luck bestows. I see500 miles ahead my … Continue reading →

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En Route

Posted on December 8, 2024 by sputterpub

En route to home, I wonder what I’ll find.Will bins have been retrieved and hose returned?Will he I hired have begun definedprocedures to restore what I have learnedneeds fixing or replacement, now consignedto expertise I lack? Sure I’m concerned,but nothing … Continue reading →

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Saturday Yoga

Posted on December 7, 2024 by sputterpub

In Portland on a Saturday, there’s timeto settle into longer yoga, forthere aren’t California kids to climbon me with energy and love galore.Away from home and every daily chore,around my oldest (for the day unwired),there’s leisure to enjoy positions more,and … Continue reading →

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Around About

Posted on November 26, 2024 by sputterpub

I used to watch the news and sometimes lookaround me on the bus, the train, the street,and wonder who was packing what it tookto harm. Who had a knife in a discreetlocation? Were there hidden guns aboard?The folks around were … Continue reading →

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Transitory Story in Terza Rima

Posted on November 24, 2024 by sputterpub

They boarded at the Powell stop, I think –a mixed-race pair with bags. Each held a spliffthey didn’t light. I looked up from my ink, and met his eyes with neutral gaze – no tiffor judgment in me, and he … Continue reading →

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Missing Students

Posted on November 21, 2024 by sputterpub

A drizzle seemed to chase the kids away.Traversing campus, there were none about.I snapped the shot proceeding on my wayto Downtown Berkeley, and I found them, shout-ing, socializing where the train tracks lay.But not, it seemed, to travel. They were … Continue reading →

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A Future Trip

Posted on November 6, 2024 by sputterpub

Auditioning we neither of us were,but 14 days in close proximitymade space for ups and downers to occurwhich we together weathered pleasantly.Assisting her to manage her device,allowing me to vent a gentle nudge,agreeing when to rest or drink was nice,and … Continue reading →

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Far Out

Posted on November 3, 2024 by sputterpub

She must have meant her look to be extreme;those lashes perched like brushes on her eyes.I watched them give her trouble, with a seamof glue apparent. It was no surprisethey bothered her – with nails of lengthy size,she picked with … Continue reading →

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Toward Home

Posted on October 31, 2024 by sputterpub

When I return I’ll get to be alone.The only hum will come from bugs. I’ll burnsome time on streaming and my telephone,when I return. For solitude I’ve had the time to yearn.Companion comments have devolved to drone;the unintended resting-face is … Continue reading →

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