Tag Archives: Poetry

Where the Prose Ends

Posted on August 1, 2026 by sputterpub

I’m paging through this blog a year a dayto find the date I finished posting prose.I aim to lose the papers that displayold poetry cloud-clustered, for I choseto edit most and repost anyway.My strategy is to recycle thoseoriginals. But I’m … Continue reading →

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The Sitting Tree

Posted on July 31, 2026 by sputterpub

I call the office, weekdays, 4 pm.And when I’m in the city at that timeI sometimes stop, cough up commuting phlegm,and perch here where the kids are wont to climb.I adult-talk before I play with them.Today I tag this sitting … Continue reading →

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Rueful

Posted on July 30, 2026 by sputterpub

The lunchtime wine was great at 1 pmbut afterward my head began to ache,my throat to dry: results a diademimpressing me with lessons I should takeaway, about restraining for the sakeof comfort at a precious matinee.I sought to see that … Continue reading →

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Projects

Posted on July 29, 2026 by sputterpub

The phrase “by baby steps” does not make sense –to walk matriculates the human stagefrom infancy to toddlerhood. Defenseof verbal right, upon the air or page,propels me to employ, at no expense,some syllables more faultless to engage.I’m pruning, shredding matter … Continue reading →

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Right Reversal

Posted on July 28, 2026 by sputterpub

I headed for the kitchen late last night,first justifying what I meant to do.My reach for snacks diverted at the sightof water wanting bubbles. And when throughwith that activity, an echo drewme back to a replay of compliment.I heard again … Continue reading →

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For Now

Posted on July 27, 2026 by sputterpub

For now, I’m feeling younger than my years.I’m noting painless days, agility,and optimistic attitude. What rearsin me for now is positivity.Although I have concerns, no freight appearsto press me down, and flexibilityis even better than the breadth I seek.I take … Continue reading →

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Pruning

Posted on July 26, 2026 by sputterpub

If there’s a theme for this July,I say the word is “prune.”I’m daily shearing plants to tryto own my garden. Soonthe weeds will lose their ground. And Iam shredding a lagoonof paper. Anti-multiplyis my motif since June.

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Old Timer

Posted on July 24, 2026 by sputterpub

Among descendants, there are issues now.One has a mystery disease of eye.Another seems amnesiac on howto handle money, budget, or applyparental strategy. A third won’t trya path to health without a doctor’s fix.I turn to pruning plants and prose, and … Continue reading →

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Not Charmed

Posted on July 23, 2026 by sputterpub

The word was “sexercise.” The mode was text.The seatmate on her plane was fun at first.But what a move he opted to make next:unwitty and unsubtle, like the worsthe voiced when young. His posture, as he nursedhis cocktail and confessed … Continue reading →

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A Flaw in Harville’s Argument

Posted on July 22, 2026 by sputterpub

An imperfection in a favorite book(less glaring than the one in Fielding’s tome),impressing me so much, because it tooka hundred reads and screenings to perceive,does not decrease my pleasure. I’ll still lookwith admiration at the plot and words,but take a … Continue reading →

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