Tag Archives: Writing

Note

Posted on November 2, 2021 by sputterpub

I took a break in Twenty Seventeen.The record shows two dozen days withouta post, and though my stanzas often meana jot of journal – what my day’s about –I see no clue on printed page or screento why the interruption. … Continue reading →

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Day Off Call Off

Posted on October 31, 2021 by sputterpub

I planned a Sunday off. I laid in food.I didn’t try to make a friendly date.I figured to indulge a lazy mood,enjoy some Autumn weather, cogitateabout no news and let concerns abate.I lasted for an hour, but I missthe like … Continue reading →

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Recording

Posted on October 30, 2021 by sputterpub

Committed to remembering my timeof consciousness, I’ve told my tales for years.I’ve noted little episodes in rhyme,and often journalized. I don’t have fearsof Alzeimer’s – my memory’s sublimeand durable, or so it still appears.But lately I’ll admit I’ve contemplatedperhaps true … Continue reading →

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Rest Fail

Posted on October 28, 2021 by sputterpub

My arm received the needles yesterday –the Pfizer 3rd and too the flu vaccine –and I arranged today for ease; I’d stayat home. So went my plan till 12:15,but then I wanted streets to intervene.I threw on clothes and ambled … Continue reading →

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What’s Wrong with Her?

Posted on October 16, 2021 by sputterpub

What’s wrong with her? Again she reads a bookshe first encountered fifty years agothat holds no wit she doesn’t clearly know. Each fall and spring she takes another lookat comedy above and sense below.What’s wrong with her? Again she reads … Continue reading →

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Precomposition

Posted on September 28, 2021 by sputterpub

Six days from now I’ll journey to the north(when this is posted, I’ll be one day there,arising from an air bed, first of fourthsunrises, forecast mild, okay air).I’ll be away from home – the trade is fair:my privacy for love … Continue reading →

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A Brief Note

Posted on September 18, 2021 by sputterpub

Haven’t written today. If I had it would beperhaps on the way my home’s precious to me.Though it may be cliche to pursue privacy,if asked I would say here I’m perfectly free.

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Hiding in Plain Sight

Posted on August 29, 2021 by sputterpub

Eleven years ago, when I began,I fretted it would take up too much timeresponding to each comment from a fan(I thought that ere I ever published rhyme).My daughter laughed – she knew how thin the scan,reminding me a poem won’t … Continue reading →

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Begging for Edit

Posted on August 24, 2021 by sputterpub

I meant to post a Magic 9 last week.I set it up and put it on the chart,but rising on its day I had to tweaka pair of lines – I couldn’t make it partof what’s become an I-can’t-stop-it streak,for … Continue reading →

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Motivation

Posted on August 4, 2021 by sputterpub

Of course I wouldn’t write you to offend;I didn’t send that text to criticize.Why were you so inclined to cringe, distendthe tone to judge, and fire those repliesall self-reflective, immature, unwise?I’m not a type or version on a shelf.As much … Continue reading →

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