Category Archives: Writing

Titling (HA 41 Novelinee)

Posted on April 27, 2020 by sputterpub

For over 40 days I’ve stayed inside, a senior with a bronchial history, and every day since this began, I’ve tried to pen a novel form of poetry. No sooner do I comprehend the drift of rules today for meter, … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 38 (Magic 9)

Posted on April 24, 2020 by sputterpub

The silver lining in a prison term is time for exercising brawn and brain. This sentenced House Arrest serves to confirm that: daily riding, daily trying out a puzzle of poetic form. I squirm at repetition, cringe at lines too … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 21 (Interlocking Rubaiyat)

Posted on April 7, 2020 by sputterpub

It felt severe and drastic when proclaimed, when most of us were sent inside or shamed. “Stay home,” we were directed, “for three weeks.” We hunkered down as world contagion flamed. We’re watching so much news. Whoever speaks has listeners, … Continue reading →

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Ridden and Written

Posted on March 16, 2020 by sputterpub

I used to ride my bike most every day. I used to try each morning to compose a poem, or put 300 words in play, but into every life existence throws up circumstances outside our control; I had to take … Continue reading →

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Slippage

Posted on March 9, 2020 by sputterpub

I always wanted to remember time. I’ve trained a natural talent to recall by taking notes in diaries and rhyme, and narrating my memories to all. Specific moments I have tried to freeze with photographs or lists I made in … Continue reading →

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Etude

Posted on March 4, 2020 by sputterpub

If I were going to pen a poem today, it wouldn’t be about a man I met. Of late I’ve made no time for talk or play and solitude has not grown boring yet. My subject wouldn’t be the weather … Continue reading →

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The Other Explanation

Posted on February 21, 2020 by sputterpub

Debate Club taught me more than how to speak. I learned to argue points I don’t approve. I got by doing what I didn’t seek: the insight into how ideas can move opponents, for as soon as I’d defend them, … Continue reading →

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Low Fuel

Posted on January 10, 2020 by sputterpub

I may be running out of things to say. I thought as much two years ago but then, composing twice a week and Saturday, I kept producing rhythm with my pen. I aim to entertain and maybe teach, describing observations … Continue reading →

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Recording

Posted on January 8, 2020 by sputterpub

A dowager is not a matriarch, no matter what you call yourself these days. Subordinate to spouse, we heard your bark but never feared you’d bite us, or amaze us with authority, or guide us right. We always knew, from … Continue reading →

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Guilty Pleasure

Posted on November 7, 2019 by sputterpub

I ought to read some history, acquire perspective that may help me comprehend this modern world’s complexity, or higher stuff like pure philosophy. I tend instead to gravitate to fiction’s world, and even there I rarely take a chance on … Continue reading →

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