Monthly Archives: September 2012

Already Autumn

Posted on September 14, 2012 by sputterpub

Already autumn seasons us, with darts of scarlet fallen leaves and crispy air. The nights befall us earlier. It starts to hint of winter brevity. Compare the light at 6 PM to just three weeks ago, and note the recent … Continue reading →

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Musing on Mesopotamia (End)

Posted on September 13, 2012 by sputterpub

Yaya loved working with her mother, but she thought she had to work too hard. Meshie was older and stronger than she, but he didn’t have to do as much. It seemed to Yaya that this was only because he … Continue reading →

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Musing on Mesopotamia (Middle)

Posted on September 12, 2012 by sputterpub

Mesopotamia, the land “between the rivers,” invented writing. They didn’t do it for religious or artistic purposes, or even to improve communication. They were record-keepers. They established writing so they could maintain commercial information. They shaped the wheel so they … Continue reading →

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Turn

Posted on September 11, 2012 by sputterpub

I’m hypercritical of her or him. I pick apart the problem hurting you. Distinguishing the foliage from limb is play for me; I penetrate. It’s true my skill identifying right from wrong impresses even I who know it best. I … Continue reading →

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Musing on Mesopotamia (Beginning)

Posted on September 10, 2012 by sputterpub

They remembered the winter of 2002 as the season of Polartec. It started with the 4×6 throws (in varying colors) available from Lands’End for $39 each, and ended with robes of the same material and hues. In between there were … Continue reading →

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Vocation

Posted on September 7, 2012 by sputterpub

Perhaps my spouse is life itself; I guess I love each day. When death’s around my head I think the name I’ll call, the noun I’ll bless, the partner I’ll desert when I am dead, is being. Sweet existence is … Continue reading →

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Spring Valley

Posted on September 6, 2012 by sputterpub

My mother never wore fake jewels or glass, and didn’t pierce her lobes for 50 years, but I remember carousels of brass that danced and jingled dangling from her ears. She walked behind me up the concrete stairs that brought … Continue reading →

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Origin Story

Posted on September 5, 2012 by sputterpub

I read a news article recently about the testimony of an 80 year old man, about an event he remembers from half a century ago. PG&E wants to use the testimony in its defense, but the man’s recollection includes details … Continue reading →

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Commutation

Posted on September 4, 2012 by sputterpub

Observing this confused society, that age by age through eons has evolved into a fabric of complexity, I wonder if our politics dissolved the bright connections out of which we wove the counterpane. That’s feral comedy, or comic irony. Conventions … Continue reading →

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