Category Archives: Writing

Null & Void

Posted on January 4, 2023 by sputterpub

Sheets in the dryer. Turn on the fire. What will inspirea stanza today?I don’t require a poem as in prior A.M.s – there’s no buyerfor posting display.Nothing too dire’s about to transpire. I’ve got no choirto sing or to pray.And … Continue reading →

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One Thousand and One Days

Posted on December 13, 2022 by sputterpub

Poetic license authorizes meto break some grammar rules, to twist a word,to stretch a metric foot’s capacity,to host ideas my parents called absurd.It grants me room to battle paucityof language, and to fancy someone heard.It let me play Scheherazade of … Continue reading →

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Novelty

Posted on December 5, 2022 by sputterpub

The book I’m reading now has rave reviews.It’s classified a novel, but it’s not.It has a dozen characters, but cluesabout development have been forgot.The grammar and the language don’t abusemy taste, but what a waste – there’s no subplot.The narrative … Continue reading →

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A Few Cherished Hours

Posted on November 30, 2022 by sputterpub

I haven’t had the time to write a poemthe last two days, with all the doing here.The solitude and silence of my homeis missing in this loving atmosphere.There’s conversation to be had – it’s clearwe want to cook the meals … Continue reading →

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Travel Pt 2

Posted on November 29, 2022 by sputterpub

Exaggerating yesterday – indeed,there’s more for me to travel than return.The treks and touring always seem to feedimagination. Sure each time I yearnfor home, but my displacement plants a seedthat after-nurture sprouts. And so I learn.It discombobulates, but could be … Continue reading →

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I Took to Poetry

Posted on November 2, 2022 by sputterpub

I took to poetry from loving soundof language, and what meter does to me.I wasn’t over seven when I foundI took to poetry. My mother tried to stifle energyexpressing any feelings – always frownedor snapped, or showed disdain impatiently. “Oh, … Continue reading →

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Writing in Anticipation of Deeds Performed

Posted on November 1, 2022 by sputterpub

A week after I put these words in ink,three months after the project was begun,a day before I’m posting this, I thinkmy internet will be repaired. All donewill be the work in front, the drinkto celebrate completion will be poured,and … Continue reading →

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Idling

Posted on September 17, 2022 by sputterpub

The residence where I spend timeis hosting Covid for some days,so I elect to pen this rhymeinstead of finding other waysto afternoon without malaise,like doing wash or cleaning home.I’d rather seek a metered phrase.I’ll sit right here and write this … Continue reading →

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Stamina

Posted on September 3, 2022 by sputterpub

I know smart people lusting to belongamong the class of writers who are famed.They want to fashion fiction or a songof which no other writer’d be ashamed.Imagining the honors to be claimed,the signings, the distinction day and night,they dream of … Continue reading →

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Profusion

Posted on July 3, 2022 by sputterpub

What can I say that I haven’t already?How can I write that will trigger a thought?Too much assortment is making me heady,not in a manner I ever have sought.

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