Tag Archives: Poetry

Spectrality

Posted on December 4, 2022 by sputterpub

I didn’t comprehend the full extentof her disdain for school, till recently.Although I helped her dodge a year, it meantno more to me than all her certaintyabout bad style choices – she was benttoward gothic, punk, and small depravity.Well-educated, thoughtful, … Continue reading →

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Curmudgeonly Precosity

Posted on December 3, 2022 by sputterpub

He’s old at 46, with some excuse.But though traumatic damage justifiesa frame of mind, a way of hanging loose,we wish it didn’t also mean demiseof vigor and determination’s juice,emerging petulance, impulsive cries.It bodes that a curmudgeon’s taking form,whose passion pales, … Continue reading →

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At Your Mother’s Elbow

Posted on December 2, 2022 by sputterpub

It really doesn’t come as a surprisethat adding years does not result in wise.But suddenly you’re listening to mealthough I am disdained, for familyknows nothing, right? How could your mother getenlightenment she’s capable of sharing?You’ve known her so familiarly, and … Continue reading →

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Retail Huitain

Posted on December 1, 2022 by sputterpub

This year November felt condensed.We reset clocks and shared a feast,digested tallied votes and senseda turn to some restraint at least.Before its end the fall increasedto leaves afire not aflame.I’m readying to face the beastof retail that’s December’s frame.

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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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Travel

Posted on November 28, 2022 by sputterpub

It’s never been unmitigated funto travel to or with my family.That’s not because of them or anyoneoutside myself – the issue is with me.I’ve always loved my time alone. I shun,as far as I recall, all company.Except (and here’s the … Continue reading →

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Moving a Book

Posted on November 27, 2022 by sputterpub

Three years ago a book I bought arrived,assembled by some family and boundin vibrant colors for the folks who strivedto show support, or loved the art they found,that issued from the mind of someone downedby injury to brain and drawing … Continue reading →

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Re(medi)ality

Posted on November 26, 2022 by sputterpub

I watched you take yourself off nicotine,abruptly and without a backward slip.I witnessed when you altered your routine,eliminating alcohol with grace.It’s true your sister tried to intervene;a few of us made comments that you heard.But you cold-turkey quit. What do … Continue reading →

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Ketchup

Posted on November 25, 2022 by sputterpub

I don’t use ketchup often any more.I’m meatless and I seldom go for fries.But sometimes I want cocktail sauce, a pourof Louie dressing (Thousand satisfies).I visited my tiny local store,assuming I could add to home suppliesa little jar. Imagine my … Continue reading →

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