Tag Archives: Writing

Accuracy

Posted on October 18, 2020 by sputterpub

I always wanted to remember wellmy sliver of existence. I was blessedwith memory. Facility to spellwas mine – I jotted notes in verse and prose.Concluding it was too much work to tella lie and give it adequate support,I didn’t twist … Continue reading →

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Poetherapy

Posted on October 5, 2020 by sputterpub

A week ago, I had an argumentwithout a clue to why or what about.I didn’t understand that brief eventbut now I’ve written it, I have no doubtthat what occurred was not a conscious fight.The subject didn’t matter – reason quit.My … Continue reading →

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Sunday Puzzles

Posted on September 13, 2020 by sputterpub

A dozen years I rarely sat outside;the space was broken rock and rotting wood.But then I spent a fortune, modifiedthe cottage, and installed a redwood deck.I contemplated furniture. I trieda chair, but soon I opted for a benchand table, where … Continue reading →

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Time Lapse

Posted on September 10, 2020 by sputterpub

I wrote this poem a week ago, when Iwas moving slowly, woefully depressed.I woke again to ashen air, white sky,and blue within. Of course I was distressedby politics, infection, how we’ve messedwith planetary goods. We fail. We’re toast.Rebounding with no … Continue reading →

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Junk Mail

Posted on September 8, 2020 by sputterpub

Deleting emails every day, I findthey’re poorly crafted and irrelevant,for half are retail offers not designedfor staying home with shopping funds unspent;the balance are political in plea –they’re begging a donation out of me.A robot urges, using my first nameas … Continue reading →

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Rave

Posted on September 2, 2020 by sputterpub

I showed a poem I love to my old friend. She begged a copy (the sincerest praise). She liked the piece enough to recommend a reading to a thinker she respects, who saw so accurately what I penned that I … Continue reading →

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Nuance

Posted on August 28, 2020 by sputterpub

Interpreting the poetry assigned my sophomore year, I used the OED, and always found selected words defined in ways perhaps not said deliberately. At times I had to read the verse and speak aloud, without a reference book to seek … Continue reading →

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A Little Liveliness

Posted on August 16, 2020 by sputterpub

The COVID quiet’s punctured now and then by sounds of interaction near my home. Across and up I hear the sounds of men where only women dwell. My neighbor’s door is propped ajar – I see her figure when she … Continue reading →

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By Request

Posted on August 8, 2020 by sputterpub

She’s known me rather well for 50 years. She understands I seldom take advice or listen to suggestions. Mostly nice and rational, my willful temper rears when anybody states how I should spend my time or modulate my tone of … Continue reading →

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Inventory (HA 112 Magic 9)

Posted on July 7, 2020 by sputterpub

Supposed to be a simple exercise, composing every day a formal poem in house arrest, I guess it’s no surprise the longer quarantined the more I make. So far one hundred and eleven tries – the quantity outgrows a catalogue. … Continue reading →

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