Tag Archives: Poetry

No Air Share

Posted on October 1, 2025 by sputterpub

The two old white guys on the plane near meassumed that I would yield whatever spacethey wanted, though they each moved mindlesslyand neither seemed to have a thoughtful face.But maybe that’s inaccurate – I seesuch lack of focus, every time … Continue reading →

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The Turnaround

Posted on September 30, 2025 by sputterpub

When we arrived, she wasn’t feeling well.Her attitude was obstinate and stressed.Before she started carping we could tell,although we knew it wasn’t lack of rest.She spoke and acted like she was depressed.We had to give the restaurant a shove,but wine … Continue reading →

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Ever-Blow

Posted on September 29, 2025 by sputterpub

The guy insulted me while dining out,although he knew the meal would be my treat.He spoke as if I weren’t there, no doubtdeluded that his words were wise and neat.I didn’t quibble and I didn’t shout.That blowhard never learned to … Continue reading →

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Filling

Posted on September 28, 2025 by sputterpub

Two pages left, and then I’ll have to findanother little notebook I can takewith me, and transiting express the kindof ideas that meanderings half-bake:impressions I will cook on open mindand temper as I rest from muscle ache.I used to toss … Continue reading →

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Owie Wowie

Posted on September 27, 2025 by sputterpub

I doubt it was the pipeline yesterday;we hiked that metal grate with lengthened stride.It must have been the morning lunge and sway,from warrior to grounding knee. I sighedbut still I carried on with postured pride;it seemed as if I could … Continue reading →

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Gracitude

Posted on September 26, 2025 by sputterpub

A strange attack of equanimitybesets me now, although I understandmy choice of words is not what it should be,except the case is wonderfully unplanned.I don’t know if I’m glad deservedly,or if it’s simple aging – did I landon happiness by … Continue reading →

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Oh No

Posted on September 25, 2025 by sputterpub

It isn’t that I had a task to dothis afternoon. At home I would have readand napped. I had no projects to pursue,but sure I’d have preferred it there insteadof sitting in the airport when time bledas slow as sludge … Continue reading →

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Soft Breakup with a Tradesman

Posted on September 24, 2025 by sputterpub

Employing him for seven jobs this year,of course I grew acquainted with his brain.The man for months was all too often here,exhibiting cognition I’d complainabout, if I were to unleash a wordlike overtalkative, obsessed, or vain.But that feels futile and … Continue reading →

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Ministering to a Middle-Aged Son

Posted on September 23, 2025 by sputterpub

Post-surgical and feeling little pain(discomfort in his posture probably,exceeded by relief that in the mainit went so well he knows that he will besoon able to resume activity),and disinhibited by poppy’s kin,he speaks his mind and closely questions meon matters … Continue reading →

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Anagramatica

Posted on September 22, 2025 by sputterpub

Earth and Heart alikecomprise the same 5 letters,but so does Hater.

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