Category Archives: Writing

By Request

Posted on August 8, 2020 by sputterpub

She’s known me rather well for 50 years. She understands I seldom take advice or listen to suggestions. Mostly nice and rational, my willful temper rears when anybody states how I should spend my time or modulate my tone of … Continue reading →

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Inventory (HA 112 Magic 9)

Posted on July 7, 2020 by sputterpub

Supposed to be a simple exercise, composing every day a formal poem in house arrest, I guess it’s no surprise the longer quarantined the more I make. So far one hundred and eleven tries – the quantity outgrows a catalogue. … Continue reading →

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Storytime (HA 105 Ottava Rima)

Posted on June 30, 2020 by sputterpub

His new book features folks of varied hues among race heroes in our history, appealing to adults, less to amuse than educate (or wake?) a viewer 3 years old or so. But 3 thinks he’s to choose his favorite color … Continue reading →

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101st Try (HA 101 Catena Rondo)

Posted on June 26, 2020 by sputterpub

I didn’t mean to carry on so long. I started this for one and twenty days, intending to employ new verse arrays. I didn’t mean to carry on so long. I started this for one and twenty days. The metrics … Continue reading →

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Under the Influence (HA 93)

Posted on June 18, 2020 by sputterpub

Rereading Austen’s works so frequently (at least three times a decade since my first exposure to her creativity), I marvel at her words. She slakes my thirst for verbal elegance, my lust for wit. I often scan one sentence several … Continue reading →

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Contributions (HA 83 Meter 7/5)

Posted on June 8, 2020 by sputterpub

The country’s not on fire and I don’t play violin, and certainly I’ve never been in charge. But health and trade are dire and catastrophe might win, for autocratic attitude looms large. I wish that there was more I could … Continue reading →

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Drafts on Scraps (HA 78 Ottava Rima)

Posted on June 3, 2020 by sputterpub

Composing daily now lets me realize I tend to set my pen to paper waste. I’m using pages used to list supplies I need, and positing iambs in haste. It’s like I don’t expect much from my tries until I … Continue reading →

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Rhyme Zone (HA 61 Spenserian Sonnet)

Posted on May 17, 2020 by sputterpub

I started writing poetry at 6, and cranked it up when I was 41. Initially it must have been a fix for some need then unmet, for once begun I kept composing – efforts ever fun but never frequent, needing … Continue reading →

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Renee (HA 55 Trinidad Sonnet)

Posted on May 11, 2020 by sputterpub

I used to dance for glee and exercise at parties, with a lover, or alone. I’d start to move, seduced to close my eyes to better hear and feel the vivid thrum of bass guitar. It wasn’t saxophone that moved … Continue reading →

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Ahead of Myself (HA 54 Trimeric)

Posted on May 10, 2020 by sputterpub

I told myself I’d write a poem a day. I found that each attempt inspired more. I wrote – that triggered words I had to say. Now editing’s become my favorite chore. I found that each attempt inspired more, and … Continue reading →

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