Category Archives: Writing

Cutterpub

Posted on January 17, 2021 by sputterpub

Ten years ago I started posting verse.I wanted readers, but I also meantto sort a thousand poems – avoid the curseof too much paper. Such was my intent,but like so many projects, once begunits seeds took root to sprout in … Continue reading →

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Writing on Empty

Posted on January 13, 2021 by sputterpub

A poet needs a topic or a theme,and I don’t want to write on politicsor public health, or flu without a fix. The last ten months inspire me to scream,with soaring sick and deadly leader tricks.A poet needs a topic … Continue reading →

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Amorphous Unease

Posted on January 10, 2021 by sputterpub

I woke up feeling like I had too muchto do today, too driven and too pressed.That’s odd because I’m locked inside, with sucha surge in virus that I’ll host no guestand go nowhere, agreeing that I’m bestoff staying safe and … Continue reading →

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Eight Days Hence

Posted on January 7, 2021 by sputterpub

It’s near 300 days since I beganthis daily writing project. House arrestcontinues and although I didn’t planit so, and probably would not have guessed,I tend to write about a week ahead.It’s Wednesday where I sit – in 8 more days,when … Continue reading →

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PvZ

Posted on January 3, 2021 by sputterpub

At least 8 years ago, the oldest boyinstalled a classic game on my machine.His younger brothers each grew to enjoythe play (the instigator’s now 15).I showed it to their cousin. It’s a toythat toddlers’ parents ration, fearing screentime will distract … Continue reading →

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End of the Era

Posted on December 30, 2020 by sputterpub

I think I learned to read when I was five,and ever since I’ve pored and written much.Romantic as a teenager, aliveto origin and nuance, I am sucha language addict that I comprehendthe character of words more ways than most.I’ve learned … Continue reading →

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The Fall into Winter

Posted on December 29, 2020 by sputterpub

When Harald conquered fiefdoms to unitethe northern monarchies, most wouldn’t bow.They took to ships and settled Iceland rightaway, and wrote the sagas we read now.When Austen crafted novels, change afootenclosed the land and filled the air with soot.Her art ensnared … Continue reading →

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Shopping

Posted on December 14, 2020 by sputterpub

It’s times like these I wish I liked to buy.The season is upon me. I have means,computer, family. Compelled to tryto send them gifts, I leaf through magazinesand catalogs, attempting to complywith social orders during quarantines.The work demands odd creativity,suppressing … Continue reading →

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Biology Class

Posted on November 26, 2020 by sputterpub

Planaria I recollect a bit,and how the legs of frogs resemble ours,but vivid is reserved for when we hitthe cranium of fetal pig. It jarsme even now – our sample’s brain unfit,that puddled out like pudding. My memoirsshould be significant, … Continue reading →

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The Backstory

Posted on November 24, 2020 by sputterpub

A business partner did me wrong and sued(this happened 20 years ago, or so).I burned to tell the story – not to broodbut more, I thought, to let my lawyer knowexactly what led up to the betrayal.“Please write the whole … Continue reading →

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