Tag Archives: Writing

Number 366

Posted on March 18, 2021 by sputterpub

So this is post three hundred sixty-six(I feared the lockdown might last several weeks).I didn’t know uncivil politicswould so beleaguer us the flu would thrive.I’m used to home, and though the mask constrictsmy wind, I’m walking outside anyway.While vaccination may … Continue reading →

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Word Dimension

Posted on March 5, 2021 by sputterpub

In love with language all my life, I’ve learned a lot of origins. I studied Greek and Latin, read Old Norse, and even turned a little toward the Sanskrit, with a peek at proto-English etymology. I’ve always been a reader, … Continue reading →

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Snags

Posted on March 1, 2021 by sputterpub

There won’t be interruptions in this streak of daily lockdown posts, but I can see some obstacles that counter my technique, like missing illustrations, capitals at starts of lines, and looks I didn’t seek when posting and composing from my … Continue reading →

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No Blame

Posted on February 22, 2021 by sputterpub

A lot of members of my familydraw energy from indignation’s flame.For me today, exhaustion swamps the blame. When public health is failing, and we seethat promises and care are not the same,a lot of members of my familydraw energy from … Continue reading →

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Say What?

Posted on February 16, 2021 by sputterpub

The challenge in writing a poem every dayis sometimes I really have nothing to say.For though I’ve been blessed with a vigorous brain,and learned at age 6 how to self-entertain,I’m dwelling in an isolated state.I interact with few, and only … Continue reading →

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Poetic Forms

Posted on February 1, 2021 by sputterpub

I may have overdone the sonnet form:expressing my ideas in 14 lines.Of late it’s like a cogitating norm –an octave of descriptive thought combineswith resolution’s salve, confusion’s storm,or declarations sharp as porcupines.Perhaps I need to vary how much inkI use, … Continue reading →

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Cutterpub

Posted on January 17, 2021 by sputterpub

Ten years ago I started posting verse.I wanted readers, but I also meantto sort a thousand poems – avoid the curseof too much paper. Such was my intent,but like so many projects, once begunits seeds took root to sprout in … Continue reading →

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Writing on Empty

Posted on January 13, 2021 by sputterpub

A poet needs a topic or a theme,and I don’t want to write on politicsor public health, or flu without a fix. The last ten months inspire me to scream,with soaring sick and deadly leader tricks.A poet needs a topic … Continue reading →

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Amorphous Unease

Posted on January 10, 2021 by sputterpub

I woke up feeling like I had too muchto do today, too driven and too pressed.That’s odd because I’m locked inside, with sucha surge in virus that I’ll host no guestand go nowhere, agreeing that I’m bestoff staying safe and … Continue reading →

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Eight Days Hence

Posted on January 7, 2021 by sputterpub

It’s near 300 days since I beganthis daily writing project. House arrestcontinues and although I didn’t planit so, and probably would not have guessed,I tend to write about a week ahead.It’s Wednesday where I sit – in 8 more days,when … Continue reading →

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