Monthly Archives: September 2012

DayTimer

Posted on September 28, 2012 by sputterpub

In 15 minute increments I chart my life of late – the circle is a chain of dashing lines. For every job gets part of me, with darts that sculpt my aging brain, and I’m at run unbalanced on a … Continue reading →

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September 24, 2001 (Part 3 of 3)

Posted on September 27, 2012 by sputterpub

The bleeding stopped but Bill had a headache. The top of his head throbbed beneath the bandage. He leaned against his workbench despairing a little, wishing the older kids would visit. But he knew that wasn’t going to happen right … Continue reading →

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September 24, 2001 (Part 2 of 3)

Posted on September 26, 2012 by sputterpub

Scalp wounds bleed. The way the blood came out of Bill’s head reminded Mary of the time Liz pierced her ear once too often. She went against direct parental orders with that hole in her cartilage, and Mary had thought … Continue reading →

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September 24, 2001 (Part 1 of 3)

Posted on September 25, 2012 by sputterpub

The timing was unfortunate, as far as Bill was concerned. Not that there was ever a particularly good time for war, but since it looked like they were going to have one, he wished he or his could participate in … Continue reading →

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Disneyland Visit, September 2001

Posted on September 24, 2012 by sputterpub

There may just be a Disney dance, where staff at thrill attractions have to switch their place so when each rider exits, as the laugh or gasp releases, there’s a different face to monitor the trade. Does that make fun … Continue reading →

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Editorial

Posted on September 21, 2012 by sputterpub

A thousand poems this weekend I reviewed; a myriad of metered monographs have filled my time and sent my attitude to proud embarrassment, self-conscious laughs, and growing confidence. Oh, I read those I should discard, but there are dozens more … Continue reading →

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The Club House (End)

Posted on September 20, 2012 by sputterpub

The building was white, one tall story, and rectangular. It was only about twenty feet deep but it seemed five times that wide. It didn’t have a proper loft – more of a hay mezzanine – but Vickie and Beth … Continue reading →

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The Club House (Middle)

Posted on September 19, 2012 by sputterpub

It was unfortunate about the unreliability of Vickie J’s parents’ absences, because otherwise her house would have suited the three girls best. Her father had a wonderful hidden collection of magazines with provocative pictures, and her mother had fine clothes … Continue reading →

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The Club House (Beginning)

Posted on September 18, 2012 by sputterpub

They made an unlikely gang. Unalike and not likeable. But they dressed the same (in tank tops and Koret™ shorts) and they spoke in code (transistor radiospeak), and if they hadn’t been white suburban girls in 1963 they might have … Continue reading →

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Repavement

Posted on September 17, 2012 by sputterpub

UNEVEN PAVEMENT SURFACE say the signs on Cedar Street to slow the drivers down, so cars proceeding westward in their lines and stopping at the corner, seem to bow like courtiers before their sovereign, an octagon of cautionary red, until … Continue reading →

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