Monthly Archives: August 2013

Being (T)here

Posted on August 16, 2013 by sputterpub

I like to walk a visit to a place, acquaint my feet and legs with its terrain, inhale its air, examine every face, and let its ambience itself explain. I don’t care overmuch about the food and I don’t want … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry | Leave a comment

Rosemary’s Maybe (End)

Posted on August 15, 2013 by sputterpub

Rick poor Rick is the victim of a beautiful narcissistic mother. Her name was Tammy, she was actually born in Tennessee, and she had six husbands before settling into her current cranky dowagerhood. Her marriages took her and her boy … Continue reading →

Posted in Fiction | Leave a comment

Rosemary’s Maybe (Middle)

Posted on August 14, 2013 by sputterpub

Sex would be fun, Rosemary thinks. Rick would be fun. He’s grown a little plump and more suburban, but he still laughs well. He’s surprisingly nervous, she knows. He has an acid stomach and hand rashes. He’ll ever be married … Continue reading →

Posted in Fiction | Leave a comment

Rosemary’s Maybe (Beginning)

Posted on August 13, 2013 by sputterpub

It’s taking her forever to figure out her life. Rosemary is more than half-way through her expected span. She likes to think she has been paying attention. Most of the time she feels like she’s making her way with her … Continue reading →

Posted in Fiction | Leave a comment

Eating Disorder

Posted on August 12, 2013 by sputterpub

“If only I could…” “You’re not old enough.” “But all I really want…” “You’ll have to wait.” More singular than Beauty’s rose and tough as diamonds to obtain, I dedicate intelligence to choosing strategy and tactics so my body will … Continue reading →

Posted in Health, Poetry | Leave a comment

Sabbatical

Posted on August 10, 2013 by sputterpub

Today is for recovery and rest. I dedicate the daylight to my fix. I’ll hold the dying dog against my chest whose mess I rose to clean – four forty-six this morning: dire sound before the birds. She’s dreaming now … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry | 2 Comments

Exercise

Posted on August 9, 2013 by sputterpub

I used to be a sedentary child. My father called me vegetable, the noun both apt and mean, for though my thoughts were wild, ranging fantasies, I hunkered down inside my room, declined activities, and read and ate and dreamed … Continue reading →

Posted in Health, Poetry | Leave a comment

Ornamentia (3 of 3)

Posted on August 8, 2013 by sputterpub

Mitch has made his way to them by now, and Natalie begins to simper, at least in Phoebe’s eyes. It isn’t jealousy. Phoebe isn’t gay, and if she were she wouldn’t want Natalie. No, even though one friend tried to … Continue reading →

Posted in Fiction | Leave a comment

Ornamentia (2 of 3)

Posted on August 7, 2013 by sputterpub

Phoebe has to return to the party. She’s some kind of co-hostess for her mateless friend. But there’s a reason she usually doesn’t give or go to parties, and it’s keeping her here for a few more minutes. She touches … Continue reading →

Posted in Fiction | Leave a comment

Ornamentia (1 of 3)

Posted on August 6, 2013 by sputterpub

Phoebe remembers being a Camp Fire Girl. Her name there was Netopu, pronounced phonetically and translated “makes friends,” but that phrase seemed to her as untrue as the achievements for which she was awarded ugly beads. She liked it that … Continue reading →

Posted in Fiction | Leave a comment