Category Archives: Writing

If I Were Dead

Posted on June 20, 2019 by sputterpub

If I were dead, it wouldn’t be that odd. I’ve almost lived three score and ten right now. I’m old enough to meet whatever God arranged to follow life, of what and how and never why. I wouldn’t be that … Continue reading →

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Social Silence

Posted on June 18, 2019 by sputterpub

I ought to take a compliment with poise, accept a testimonial with ease. But I’m as apt to croak a phlegmy noise as speak politely. Seldom do I please myself in shopping for another’s gift, and I from what I … Continue reading →

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Villefranche Sur Mer

Posted on June 10, 2019 by sputterpub

Before me spreads the topic coast of France: a stop unplanned, selected as the wind entangled Monaco. The tour’s mischance betakes us here, a panorama spinned because the anchors let us turn a bit, the view resorts on shore and … Continue reading →

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The Cruise

Posted on June 3, 2019 by sputterpub

I’m thinking how to summarize this trip: if I were more adventurous, I guess I wouldn’t miss a day to leave the ship, but disembarking ratchets up my stress. I love to nest no matter where’s my bed – what’s … Continue reading →

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Aptitude

Posted on November 15, 2018 by sputterpub

I always thought I’d write a book or four. Of course they’d be the type I like to read, with characters I care about, and sure development of plots at proper speed. I figured it a matter of mere time … Continue reading →

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Resolved:

Posted on August 7, 2018 by sputterpub

I ought to read more poetry – I write it all the time. My sonnets are my thought, my joke, my diary and diatribe. I love the sound of Service, stanzas wrought by Donne and much of Yeats, but I’m … Continue reading →

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FMV

Posted on July 24, 2018 by sputterpub

There’s no Fair Market Value for a poem. Equipment isn’t needed to proceed. It’s folk-art that can be composed at home and won’t pay, so I won’t pay you to read. With so few viewing every chosen word, I’d be … Continue reading →

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Averse

Posted on July 23, 2018 by sputterpub

Less confrontational than you’d expect, considering her New York origin, trained early with impatience to reject the banal and the bland, and play to win, she moves and speaks so fast you’ll think her tough, but she will pull her … Continue reading →

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Inspiration

Posted on July 16, 2018 by sputterpub

“You oughta be a lawyer,” Mama said; “the way you always argue” she would add. She meant no compliment, but sought instead to quiet and suppress me. Even Dad who seemed to like me aimed to modify my passion, my … Continue reading →

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Not Done Yet

Posted on June 28, 2018 by sputterpub

A year ago, I thought I might be done with sonnet work, except revising those already written, read by few or none. I’d take a break and maybe turn to prose. I had a thousand little songs or more; I … Continue reading →

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