Tag Archives: Poetry

Density

Posted on June 18, 2023 by sputterpub

Until a day ago, my view was brickoutside my office shed. For 16 yearsI looked at blocks and mortar inches thickwhen typing at my keyboard. What appearstoday is temporary, planks of wood,for some landowner in the neighborhoodis tearing down to … Continue reading →

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Wordles

Posted on June 17, 2023 by sputterpub

Designed to pick out patterns as I am,and liking solitary anagram,I’ve noticed some relationships in word,which carried to deliberate are absurd –like backward LIVE is EVIL and (what’s worse)a GOD transmutes to DOG in its reverse.That scrambled HEART is EARTH … Continue reading →

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If I Were a Virus

Posted on June 16, 2023 by sputterpub

If I were a virus, I’d try to infectas many hosts as can be found.I’d cause victims sneezing and thereby expectdispersal of particles. Boundfor another by blood, shit or snot,I’d aim to diffuse with a strew.Pretending I’m viral while knowing … Continue reading →

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Kinder Grad

Posted on June 15, 2023 by sputterpub

Matriculation is a minor ritewhen marking elevation to first grade.Free choice, a film, and donuts were delight,according to reports. The students played,the teacher sat – all suitably “last-dayed.”And though his folks expected he would grieveat change, it wasn’t sadness he … Continue reading →

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Inner Healing

Posted on June 14, 2023 by sputterpub

I wonder sometimes if I can exertan influence on how my insides mend.It doesn’t seem outlandish to assert(or theorize, at least) that to intendsincerely can’t do ill, to heal a hurt.I pilot vigor and attempt to sendgood where I need … Continue reading →

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Dogwood

Posted on June 13, 2023 by sputterpub

Asserting dogwoods don’t grow locally(he said they need a winter freeze to bloom),I countered with how many I can seearound my neighborhood. I don’t presumeto knowledge (though my cranium has roomfor more, I’ll never be a botanist),but now my walks … Continue reading →

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The Mien

Posted on June 12, 2023 by sputterpub

A mien recalls someone I used to knowwho shared my bus and talked incessantly.It isn’t she, but likeness triggers flowof shuttered stuttered dormant memory.I found her boring then and didn’t seea reason to befriend her, view her placeor show her … Continue reading →

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The Disconnect

Posted on June 11, 2023 by sputterpub

There seems to be substantial disconnectbetween the news and my experience.Reports on screen will lead one to expectrude violence amounting to immense.The smash-and-grabs, the muggings, all the gunsnow commonplace, group looting, road rage, morethey say is rife, while panic phrasing … Continue reading →

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A Blue Light Glows

Posted on June 10, 2023 by sputterpub

A blue light glows I never saw before,although I pay attention to what showson every inch of ceiling, wall and floor –a blue light glows. I can’t assume it’s new. I don’t supposea range hood can evolve or mutate – … Continue reading →

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Enough Already

Posted on June 9, 2023 by sputterpub

Last week I had to rest my foot so much,that though I read and screened, and tried to findsome ways to use time well and stay in touchwith news, I’d little other on my mindthan getting back to walking. That … Continue reading →

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