Tag Archives: Poetry

One for Each Decade and Another for Good Luck

Posted on November 28, 2020 by sputterpub

My oldest friend is 70 today.We met when we were each around 15.Precocious we agreed about the wayto analyze our lives for what they mean.I know there were some differences betweenus, but we recognized we were adultsat 5, impelled to … Continue reading →

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Political Awakening

Posted on November 27, 2020 by sputterpub

I guess since I was 6 and heard my dadsay he would not vote for the President,I started understanding grownups hadtheir differences about our government.But everyone agreed democracyand righteous fairness is our legacyand fortune, sharing values deep within –Americans at … Continue reading →

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Biology Class

Posted on November 26, 2020 by sputterpub

Planaria I recollect a bit,and how the legs of frogs resemble ours,but vivid is reserved for when we hitthe cranium of fetal pig. It jarsme even now – our sample’s brain unfit,that puddled out like pudding. My memoirsshould be significant, … Continue reading →

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First Rain

Posted on November 25, 2020 by sputterpub

We had a little tease of rain last week.Now I can hardly wait for it to pour.I love it when the sky begins to leak,when I’m outside in boots and hooded coator better, in my room with my techniquefor coziness, … Continue reading →

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The Backstory

Posted on November 24, 2020 by sputterpub

A business partner did me wrong and sued(this happened 20 years ago, or so).I burned to tell the story – not to broodbut more, I thought, to let my lawyer knowexactly what led up to the betrayal.“Please write the whole … Continue reading →

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Hair and Poetry

Posted on November 23, 2020 by sputterpub

When house arrest began, eight months ago,I set myself a challenge – I would writea poem to post each day. I didn’t know(who did?) how long and weaponless the fightwould be, contagious ignorance the foe,and never planned to never cut … Continue reading →

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TG Day Plan

Posted on November 22, 2020 by sputterpub

The last two years we’ve brought Thanksgiving fareto Portland for that branch of family.But they’ve requested we not visit there,protecting compromised immunity.And then our aged mother asked we spareher risk of sick from love’s proximity.We hear and understand. We think … Continue reading →

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Overdue for a Checkup

Posted on November 21, 2020 by sputterpub

Incessant sniffles don’t appear to bea sign of Covid – they predate this year:A symptom of old age, apparently,as membranes dry and mucus tries to clearreactive channels. Used to never sneeze,I’m unaccustomed to cascades of snot.I don’t think I have … Continue reading →

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Our Sweethearts

Posted on November 20, 2020 by sputterpub

My family is mostly male, and yetincludes no evidence of gross assaultor rape, or coarse behavior to forget.What tension we perpetuate’s the faultof neither sex. The girls exhibit morebad moods, more snits and flouncing tendencies.The boys are strong and masculine … Continue reading →

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Booster

Posted on November 19, 2020 by sputterpub

Eight months ago, when house arrest began,I tried to learn to only touch my faceat home alone and clean. My hygiene planinvolved increasing time inside my place,enduring masking when around a manor woman I don’t know, and no embracebeyond my … Continue reading →

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