Monthly Archives: April 2012

Unfitness

Posted on April 16, 2012 by sputterpub

The drivers never stop for anyone on foot whom caution bids to hesitate. A light ahead has no effect; they gun their right extremities and race to wait. Pedestrians are somnolent and pale, too likely to ignore or waddle, swing … Continue reading →

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Bones

Posted on April 13, 2012 by sputterpub

As soothing as the forest is, its shade a shelter and its streams a melody, as lovely as the meadow is, displayed by vegetarians and poetry, we recommend the desert emptiness or take ourselves above the timber line to see … Continue reading →

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Finding the Fun in Funeral (5 of 5)

Posted on April 12, 2012 by sputterpub

And so it was. We had a wake for Mr. Fartham, and then we played Bingo for mementos. The wake was not about drinking out of pewter or any hope of Mr. Fartham rising again. Rather, we reminisced around him … Continue reading →

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Finding the Fun in Funeral (4 of 5)

Posted on April 11, 2012 by sputterpub

Elizabeth strode into the room. “I just don’t know what I’m going to do with all of Dad’s things…” She tossed her head as she complained, swinging her chin-length yellow hair toward the objects that filled the table. She tended … Continue reading →

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Sketch

Posted on April 10, 2012 by sputterpub

A clumsy brother at MacArthur woke too late to exit well – he forced the door one two three times, as needlessly he spoke to someone asking did the seat or floor retain possessions none of us could see. Conspicuous … Continue reading →

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Snug

Posted on April 9, 2012 by sputterpub

“You can get a meal at any McDonalds, but when you’re sick to your stomach you need your bathroom.” “Wow …That’s so true! Good one,” Sadie said, nodding her head and increasing the depth of her crow’s feet wrinkles while … Continue reading →

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After Laughter Slaughter

Posted on April 6, 2012 by sputterpub

“I loathe your laugh,” my lover said to me and I should then have pushed him toward the door, for love becomes impossibility when it demands that you abrade your core. Instead we argued, haggled, made a word an effigy … Continue reading →

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Finding the Fun in Funeral (3 of 5)

Posted on April 5, 2012 by sputterpub

I was a liar, too. Usually I told untruths to improve the story rather than to duck blame, which is a justification about as worthy as not making money at one’s crime. When I was seven I claimed I’d spun … Continue reading →

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Finding the Fun in Funeral (2 of 5)

Posted on April 4, 2012 by sputterpub

My brother John was born when I was 2½ years old. He was a difficult baby. He came with crooked feet so he spent his first several months with casts on his tiny legs. He was bluish at birth and … Continue reading →

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Bing

Posted on April 3, 2012 by sputterpub

At one end of the bridge in her backyard, she sits and eats the cherries picked today and quickly rinsed before they made their hard and swollen, tartly sweet-fleshed, sun-plumped way into her mouth. She stops to look at one: … Continue reading →

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