Tag Archives: Poetry

Slow Rouse

Posted on September 11, 2026 by sputterpub

One hundred minutes passed since I arosefrom bed, and in that time of gentle moveI drank two mugs of coffee and I choseto sit and solve six puzzles. I improveas if I’ve shed ten years. Some vigor flows.I’m jotting this … Continue reading →

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More Living and Learning

Posted on September 10, 2026 by sputterpub

At 3 or 4 a.m. the pain began.I woke aware of ache in my right arm.When no position worked, I did a scanof yesterday, and couldn’t pinpoint harm –no fall or bump or twist or straining span.Then I remembered yoga … Continue reading →

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Catechism

Posted on September 9, 2026 by sputterpub

So when will you be honest?“All the time.” And when will you be nice?He paused in thought and read my face.His “Most the time,” was prime. And as for helpful? When? He’d been thrice taught.“Sometimes,” was the response that laughter … Continue reading →

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August Memorial

Posted on September 8, 2026 by sputterpub

A BART delay (detritus on a track),an uphill walk, and picketing outside,a hidden entrance to a group in black,but I arrived on time. Two parents diedwho merited memorial. In backand flanked by shared descendants, well-suppliedwith water crackers, memory and word,we … Continue reading →

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Like a Dick

Posted on September 7, 2026 by sputterpub

Be like a dick. I say this to attractattention. I don’t mean impoliticin attitude or speech or any act.Be like a dick. Be velvet over steel. No stab or prick,but with your center coursing firm, in fact,so able to stand … Continue reading →

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Prized Possession

Posted on September 6, 2026 by sputterpub

I longed for one possession I could prizeabove all others, like a heroineof tales or lore, of humble origin:a single doll of rags that in my eyesand arms was cherished without compromise.I owned too much for rarity to win.I longed … Continue reading →

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Power Wash

Posted on September 5, 2026 by sputterpub

I’m power-washing trapped within today.Outside my doors are soap-and-water showers.There’s noise surrounding me, and every wayI look is wet. At least a couple hoursI’ll be here; an expert aiming sprayprepares my place for winter. As he scoursroofs and wood, I … Continue reading →

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Goldbud

Posted on September 4, 2026 by sputterpub

The orchard is in Placerville I see(I looked it up online the other night),where valley temperature is perfectlyappropriate for growing stone fruit right.I paid the price for two (that wasn’t light),and toted them to kids I love, to teachby sharing … Continue reading →

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Baggage

Posted on September 3, 2026 by sputterpub

I set up home for comfort, and I loveto linger here, in theory and in fact.This one-room cottage fits me like a glove,and nowhere tops its power to attractmy steps. But coming days and weeks impactmy inclination – I will … Continue reading →

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About Last Night

Posted on September 2, 2026 by sputterpub

I fretted for too long on money stuff,regarding one too old to govern well.And to his health I sunk more than enoughof time last night to sink in slumber’s spell.I gave too many minutes to the toughremembrance of a name. … Continue reading →

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