Monthly Archives: February 2014

Language

Posted on February 14, 2014 by sputterpub

A phrase released can never be unsaid – it radiates from out the mouth and mind, and particles of sense insert, instead, the bits the sayer might have held behind if thought and strategy preceded tongue and magic were detected … Continue reading →

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De Gustibus Non Est Disputandum

Posted on February 13, 2014 by sputterpub

Say it ain’t so. Because it ain’t so, and it’s high time someone spoke up. De Gustibus Non Est Disputandum. It means “about what we like there can be no argument.” That translation has morphed over time from something like … Continue reading →

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Escape (Part 2 of 2)

Posted on February 12, 2014 by sputterpub

Wayne got stuck being Mom’s main assistant. Junior mom. That’s probably why he never had kids, why he married a bitch who only wants to be served. I remember when he made his one strike for survival. I was 8 … Continue reading →

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Escape (Part 1 of 2)

Posted on February 11, 2014 by sputterpub

Yesterday I got another email from Aunt Ruth last week. I intended to answer it immediately but I couldn’t figure out what to say. So I gave it some time and as usual my intention faded. Now six days have … Continue reading →

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Polly Perverse

Posted on February 10, 2014 by sputterpub

My daughter doesn’t want a poem to rhyme, and meter makes her chant the words she reads. She longs to tune atonally, and time her syllables to sanguinary needs. She listens for the shock of the profane, the punch perverse, … Continue reading →

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16-42-68

Posted on February 7, 2014 by sputterpub

You’re beautiful, and yet you do your best to signal unattractive with your style: the glaring hair, attire always messed, and indignation overruling smile. My parents sang to me the same old song and I contested vehement like you, and … Continue reading →

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Errata (End)

Posted on February 6, 2014 by sputterpub

Owen only got worse. He acquired the idea that he was doomed to alcoholism and suicide, like his mother and her father before her, even though he didn’t like to drink. His eating and sleeping slid even further off kilter, … Continue reading →

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Errata (Middle)

Posted on February 5, 2014 by sputterpub

The end was as simple as catastrophe. When Owen was twenty-two, his mother went from the kitchen to the garage, got comfortable in the front seat of the car with a lumbar pillow and her favorite family picture, started the … Continue reading →

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Errata (Beginning)

Posted on February 4, 2014 by sputterpub

His life might have been different. If his mother hadn’t killed herself, Owen probably would have married, produced, and reproduced. Instead he labors alone. It’s not a bad life. He shrugs his shoulders when asked if he’s happy, twists his … Continue reading →

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You Commuting

Posted on February 3, 2014 by sputterpub

You walk to work each morning, in a way – a mile to the train and then a ride – and often that’s the best part of your day: an easy trek when you can look inside yourself, articulate and … Continue reading →

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