Category Archives: Writing

Worst First

Posted on July 24, 2021 by sputterpub

I save the best for last when I’m alone.That may be evidence my toddler needswere not well met. I’m old. I have no boneto pick with folks no longer here or well,but if I could, I’d take the fattest sconethe … Continue reading →

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Pearls

Posted on July 11, 2021 by sputterpub

Was it my birth order? I was the first.Or does she have contempt for edgy girls?I know she loved us all, but I was cursedwith sexist expectations, given pearlsI never wanted, mocked for thoughtful aims,told that as I grew I’d … Continue reading →

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Civilicide

Posted on June 18, 2021 by sputterpub

I recognized rambunctious all along.I’ve tried to write-describe our feisty mood.Americans are childish, headstrong,and oft enact from selfish attitude.I think my old perspective isn’t wrong –but makes a misdemeanor out of rudebehavior so extreme, it’s come to beinsane barbaric civil … Continue reading →

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Opus June Fourteenth

Posted on June 15, 2021 by sputterpub

The number’s Four Five Six: how many dayselapsed from house arrest to June Fifteenof Twenty-one. We’re entering a phaseunmasked, with smaller distances betweenourselves and stranger/neighbors. What our wayswill be unknown, and whether nice or mean.And will I still find grist … Continue reading →

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Filing

Posted on May 19, 2021 by sputterpub

One reason I’ve continued with this blogis record-keeping – I have writ so muchI like, my shelves are full and search is slog.I chose from many categories suchas seemed would help me with retrieval’s touch,but liking “love of wisdom,” let … Continue reading →

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Wake Up Caw

Posted on May 18, 2021 by sputterpub

The din disturbed my sleep at ten to six.It issued from a raucous flock of crows.I like their shiny black, their clever tricks,but noise and splats of shit I don’t receiveso well. There doesn’t seem to be a fix –I … Continue reading →

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Recording Relief

Posted on May 4, 2021 by sputterpub

A benefit from daily poetry(less valuable than practice, but still nice)is how the pieces serve as diary(to feel and then record’s like living twice).At times when I reread, the words enticemy memory – provocative technique.Well here’s a little record of … Continue reading →

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Full Schedule

Posted on March 31, 2021 by sputterpub

They gave me Master Class three months ago,and I intended to explore it well,but other tasks intruded even thoughI thought I had the time throughout our spellof house arrest extended. What befellwere other habits: daily ink to page;office work and … Continue reading →

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The Copycat

Posted on March 20, 2021 by sputterpub

I plagiarized a poem when I was 6,I think – perhaps a little older then.I wrote the first 4 lines and tried to fixmy poem by adding a quartet to them.The words I stole were not as good as mine,but … Continue reading →

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Number 366

Posted on March 18, 2021 by sputterpub

So this is post three hundred sixty-six(I feared the lockdown might last several weeks).I didn’t know uncivil politicswould so beleaguer us the flu would thrive.I’m used to home, and though the mask constrictsmy wind, I’m walking outside anyway.While vaccination may … Continue reading →

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