Tag Archives: Poetry

Eight Days Hence

Posted on January 7, 2021 by sputterpub

It’s near 300 days since I beganthis daily writing project. House arrestcontinues and although I didn’t planit so, and probably would not have guessed,I tend to write about a week ahead.It’s Wednesday where I sit – in 8 more days,when … Continue reading →

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January 6

Posted on January 6, 2021 by sputterpub

A civil war is slated to begintoday, that doesn’t bode civility.The sane know Donald didn’t get the win –he opened avenues to public hateand celebrated racist originwith media-magnetic vitriol.America has taken on the chinfour awful years of unrealityamounting to obscenity, … Continue reading →

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What Are They Thinking?

Posted on January 5, 2021 by sputterpub

Let’s posit their shenanigans succeed –has anyone considered consequence?The neos act as if they only needan overturn to make the country…What??A semi-continent with resource-bleed;a culture cropped with bigotry and lies;a catechism based on hate and greed;a place with no place … Continue reading →

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Chores

Posted on January 4, 2021 by sputterpub

I’m fortunate. I really shouldn’t rant,but Monday mornings are intense and tough.Committed to long exercise, I can’tbe Sunday sedentary. That’s a roughreality, but add to it the store,for usually I’m mostly out of food.I have to hike an hour to … Continue reading →

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PvZ

Posted on January 3, 2021 by sputterpub

At least 8 years ago, the oldest boyinstalled a classic game on my machine.His younger brothers each grew to enjoythe play (the instigator’s now 15).I showed it to their cousin. It’s a toythat toddlers’ parents ration, fearing screentime will distract … Continue reading →

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My Walk to the Store

Posted on January 2, 2021 by sputterpub

The market where I shop is small and old,and never crowded early in the day.I walk there first-thing, when the air’s still cold:unmasked en route in solitude’s my way.But neither Internet nor instinct toldme they’d be closed to lengthen holiday.I … Continue reading →

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Statistics

Posted on January 1, 2021 by sputterpub

We didn’t track the AQI, untilthe fires grew so frequent and nearby.With Covid now increasing daily kill,we pay attention to how many die. Some commentators claim deaths don’t exceedthe normal numbers (yes I sometimes readthe radical, the way my brother … Continue reading →

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Winterized Garden

Posted on December 31, 2020 by sputterpub

It took until December for the treesto lose their leaves. We’ve had a little rainthat brought down ash – particulate debrisfrom all the awful fires of the fall.The daytime peaks at 59 degreesand, finally, we’ve turned the sprinklers off.We don’t … Continue reading →

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End of the Era

Posted on December 30, 2020 by sputterpub

I think I learned to read when I was five,and ever since I’ve pored and written much.Romantic as a teenager, aliveto origin and nuance, I am sucha language addict that I comprehendthe character of words more ways than most.I’ve learned … Continue reading →

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The Fall into Winter

Posted on December 29, 2020 by sputterpub

When Harald conquered fiefdoms to unitethe northern monarchies, most wouldn’t bow.They took to ships and settled Iceland rightaway, and wrote the sagas we read now.When Austen crafted novels, change afootenclosed the land and filled the air with soot.Her art ensnared … Continue reading →

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