Monthly Archives: August 2012

Egocentricity

Posted on August 17, 2012 by sputterpub

The candle in my belly is a light beneath my heart, a battery my feet imbibe, a pole of ribbons lancing height as I expand extremities with heat self-generated. Higher now I grow, forever stretching energy I spin above the … Continue reading →

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The Book of J (Part II of V)

Posted on August 16, 2012 by sputterpub

Joel was from Indiana (you never know what motifs will fill your life – for some reason mine has been salted with Hoosiers). He said he’d studied several martial arts, which could have been true, but I doubted his claim … Continue reading →

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The Book of J (Part I of V)

Posted on August 15, 2012 by sputterpub

(You mean I never told you about Joel? He was one of the most colorful characters of my youth! He’s the source of the scalplock. The scalplock … Oh! I guess I’ve done such a good job keeping you out … Continue reading →

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Acolyte

Posted on August 14, 2012 by sputterpub

Ecstatic is the timbre of his voice, and manic is the rhythm and the tone he uses to describe his three days’ choice at midnight Sunday on the telephone. “Enthusiastic” sounds a pallid word that intimates but can’t surround his … Continue reading →

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Smoking in the Rain

Posted on August 13, 2012 by sputterpub

I don’t smoke cigarettes any more. But I enjoyed them for decades. I bought strong, filterless smokes, and I took in so many that I know I’ve compromised some of my bronchial function. Even so, when I hear ex-smokers aver … Continue reading →

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Art on BART

Posted on August 10, 2012 by sputterpub

I watch a woman sketch me as we ride, her oval face confronting me or down- cast on her hidden lap, eyes open wide or forming crescent moons in lashing brown. She tries to be discreet; she makes her stare … Continue reading →

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La Cucaracha (Part 3 of 3)

Posted on August 9, 2012 by sputterpub

Troy arrived before Karen. He was warmly greeted by Deborah (“Hello, Mr. Campbell! Welcome back. Would you like to be seated, or will you wait here for your guest?”) and he opted to sit in the lounge, where he had … Continue reading →

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La Cucaracha (Part 2 of 3)

Posted on August 8, 2012 by sputterpub

As usual, Deborah slept well and Jake didn’t. She argued that he’d rest better if he exercised like she did every night, but Jake insisted that he worked out enough while he worked. She spent half an hour on a … Continue reading →

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Alone in the Heart of it All

Posted on August 7, 2012 by sputterpub

Upon my back upon a lawn I lay beneath a conifer in dappled sun at 3 p.m. one perfect Saturday, entranced. The August month had just begun, embroidered with the shape of solitude and shot with colors leonine and bold. … Continue reading →

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La Cucaracha (Part 1 of 3)

Posted on August 6, 2012 by sputterpub

“Rodents and roaches and flies: oh my! Rodents and roaches and flies …” “Don’t even joke about it,” Jake growled. “It’s not funny. No one needs to hear.” He stood at the counter whisking olive oil into balsamic vinegar and … Continue reading →

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