Tag Archives: Writing

Ridden and Written

Posted on March 16, 2020 by sputterpub

I used to ride my bike most every day. I used to try each morning to compose a poem, or put 300 words in play, but into every life existence throws up circumstances outside our control; I had to take … Continue reading →

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Slippage

Posted on March 9, 2020 by sputterpub

I always wanted to remember time. I’ve trained a natural talent to recall by taking notes in diaries and rhyme, and narrating my memories to all. Specific moments I have tried to freeze with photographs or lists I made in … Continue reading →

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Etude

Posted on March 4, 2020 by sputterpub

If I were going to pen a poem today, it wouldn’t be about a man I met. Of late I’ve made no time for talk or play and solitude has not grown boring yet. My subject wouldn’t be the weather … Continue reading →

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The Other Explanation

Posted on February 21, 2020 by sputterpub

Debate Club taught me more than how to speak. I learned to argue points I don’t approve. I got by doing what I didn’t seek: the insight into how ideas can move opponents, for as soon as I’d defend them, … Continue reading →

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Low Fuel

Posted on January 10, 2020 by sputterpub

I may be running out of things to say. I thought as much two years ago but then, composing twice a week and Saturday, I kept producing rhythm with my pen. I aim to entertain and maybe teach, describing observations … Continue reading →

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Recording

Posted on January 8, 2020 by sputterpub

A dowager is not a matriarch, no matter what you call yourself these days. Subordinate to spouse, we heard your bark but never feared you’d bite us, or amaze us with authority, or guide us right. We always knew, from … Continue reading →

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Guilty Pleasure

Posted on November 7, 2019 by sputterpub

I ought to read some history, acquire perspective that may help me comprehend this modern world’s complexity, or higher stuff like pure philosophy. I tend instead to gravitate to fiction’s world, and even there I rarely take a chance on … Continue reading →

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Senescence

Posted on October 31, 2019 by sputterpub

Like reaching for a smoke after you quit, like crossing knee-on-knee inviting pain but helplessly habitual, it’s fit that I should miss you, even though disdain and criticism are the strokes you gave me growing up and aging with you … Continue reading →

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Remissions

Posted on October 21, 2019 by sputterpub

I think my left side’s starting to improve: the neck and hip have ceased their creaky ways; the ankle isn’t painful when I move; I’m lately liking biking most the days. My upper arm and shoulder yet complain; it hurts … Continue reading →

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Resting

Posted on October 7, 2019 by sputterpub

Today’s a gentle morning in my home. I’m still off exercise and took a break from tasks. I’ve got the time to pen this poem although I’ve no declaratives to make, no narratives or theories to suggest. I’m feeling good … Continue reading →

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