Monthly Archives: February 2012

Anglo-Saxon Scenes (Part 3 of 4)

Posted on February 29, 2012 by sputterpub

The Feortan Jill’s stomach can tolerate just about anything. It’s her lower GI tract that punishes her when she overdoes. Her whole family was like that, and she’d grown up with so many references to flatulence that she used to … Continue reading →

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MDR

Posted on February 28, 2012 by sputterpub

Most folks around me seem to get along without a daily dose of satisfaction, so why do I believe it would be wrong to go to bed before it? My reaction to a day without a share of fun is … Continue reading →

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The Book of Bath

Posted on February 27, 2012 by sputterpub

It was never a religion. And its adherents were too old when they joined to form a gene pool; they weren’t a race. Although they were mostly women, they were nothing like witches. They weren’t a service club either. But … Continue reading →

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Moonlight Over 120

Posted on February 24, 2012 by sputterpub

The moon put shadows on the desert road like pools of night in dips of dry terrain that vanished when our headlights poked and showed us how it was: the asphalt gray again. As when a heated ribbon road appears … Continue reading →

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Anglo-Saxon Scenes (Part 2 of 4)

Posted on February 23, 2012 by sputterpub

The Bealcan Robert learned what heartburn was at 12, not long after a dinner of pancakes and orange juice. It felt like a burp coming on but it seemed to jam halfway up. His chest grew crowded and hot. He … Continue reading →

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Anglo-Saxon Scenes (Part 1 of 4)

Posted on February 22, 2012 by sputterpub

The Coss Their kiss was anything but cinematic. His mouth didn’t devour hers and she didn’t surrender. Their teeth clacked. They were old enough to do better. Robert was almost 60 and Jill had just turned 57. Each had been … Continue reading →

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Fortune

Posted on February 21, 2012 by sputterpub

I wonder: am I psychically inclined? A power fancy, but if it were true I’d get more pain than good, for I would find I’d have to give my nightmares credence too. It’s bad enough to have the blessings of … Continue reading →

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Exorcism

Posted on February 17, 2012 by sputterpub

I tried to exorcise your ghost today. I calculated (office work) and ate too much, engaged in solitary play, and overrode my bike – an hour straight I pedaled nowhere till my forehead gleamed with irksome sweat, upturned against the … Continue reading →

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Chartreuse

Posted on February 16, 2012 by sputterpub

The hue of growing oak is not as green as forests are on slopes or in my mind, and my attempt to catch in words the scene is vain as telling color to the blind. But it so fills my … Continue reading →

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Glockenspiel

Posted on February 15, 2012 by sputterpub

A thousand years or so ago, back when the village of Bath was settled by water-loving grandmas, a tiny culture was born. At no other time or place in recorded history was there such a concentration of like-minded bathers and, … Continue reading →

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