Monthly Archives: January 2013

Rumination

Posted on January 17, 2013 by sputterpub

Hum thunder Shine lightning and rain on my head Saliva is butter and forage is bread No matter the weather I chew and digest No question I answer I couldn’t care less

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Blob (2/2)

Posted on January 16, 2013 by sputterpub

Amy, Nancy, and Jill liked the liquor store the best. It was at the end of the string of shops, the farthest from the grocery store, and it was unexceptional except for two things: candy and the contest. The grocery … Continue reading →

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Blob (1/2)

Posted on January 15, 2013 by sputterpub

Amy was three. She watched her parents pack up and then they followed the moving van to their new home. They drove there in the big silver Chrysler, and Amy clamored to stand in her usual place, between her parents … Continue reading →

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Tantrum

Posted on January 14, 2013 by sputterpub

“I hate your dad,” my lover said to me while pacing back and forth across our room, her body tense with vehemence, her face forsaking beauty for outrageous rage. “He damaged you – conditioned you to be a wordless friend … Continue reading →

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Queries

Posted on January 11, 2013 by sputterpub

What mean we when we say American? Exactly what’s included and what’s not when we refer to us and who we’ve been, and what is meant when we say melting pot? Do candlemakers use them for their craft? Or is … Continue reading →

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A Sense of Place (3/3)

Posted on January 10, 2013 by sputterpub

I walked down the hill to my place, where I intended to enjoy a half hour in my overstuffed armchair, with a heated herb-filled neck pillow around my nape, before the invasion of the wives. That’s how I thought of … Continue reading →

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A Sense of Place (2/3)

Posted on January 9, 2013 by sputterpub

I take the train in the morning and the bus at night. I’d take the bus both ways, but I leave too late for the last AM express, and the local is a long run. I prefer the bus. It’s … Continue reading →

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A Sense of Place (1/3)

Posted on January 8, 2013 by sputterpub

I’m indigenous to this continent, but I am not Native American. Unlike the wives, I pump the blood of neither Creek nor Sioux. I am a product of the distilled gene pool. I am a Jew. But I was born … Continue reading →

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Imagine

Posted on January 7, 2013 by sputterpub

Imagine charming human of my dreams: a prince of thieves of anger who appears and takes my rage because he knows what seems a storm is sterling hurt and golden tears. Imagine someone smart enough to know that being well … Continue reading →

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Too Good to Be True

Posted on January 4, 2013 by sputterpub

Once upon a time a story made by some creative poet literal, explained so cleverly it didn’t fade; it fit so well it seemed to say it all. And so the story passed from mouth to ear until another maker … Continue reading →

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