Monthly Archives: March 2014

Street Work

Posted on March 17, 2014 by sputterpub

At each end of the block are posted signs. The city workers wave the cars away while sewer experts drill through asphalt: lines investigating how the waters play that pop the uphill disks for overflow, precipitating toilet paper curds. Descending … Continue reading →

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Deals

Posted on March 14, 2014 by sputterpub

I get it now: I made a big mistake – assessing my relationships as deals we cut together thinking we could make a thorough interaction that reveals our selves in full. And so we struck our pact, in voices two … Continue reading →

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Psychic Hygiene (End)

Posted on March 13, 2014 by sputterpub

Tracy enters the office after James ends the call from Gus. She closes the door and leans against it. Her skirts aren’t as short as they were before the event, but she still shows a shapely leg, knee-down. “The Giannis … Continue reading →

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Psychic Hygiene (Middle)

Posted on March 12, 2014 by sputterpub

Hannah hates hot feet, so she often moves barefoot around their house. And she moves quickly. Every year or so, she clips the little toe of her left foot on a table leg or other furniture. Maybe she breaks the … Continue reading →

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Psychic Hygiene (Beginning)

Posted on March 11, 2014 by sputterpub

James is quietly grumpy, as usual. Exquisitely critical. He’s sitting in his new office, gazing without intention at the dictionary stand near the doorway, resisting the “assignment” he’s been given to work on this week. He considers the Portals Program, … Continue reading →

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Block

Posted on March 10, 2014 by sputterpub

I’ve been at this artistic discipline at least two thousand days now, don’t you know? And I can find and read and groan or grin at poetry I wrote five years ago. Except I never want to see the stuff … Continue reading →

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Outsight

Posted on March 7, 2014 by sputterpub

If I a prophet were and awesome wise, if I could speak the spirit in my heart, the messages I’d utter would surprise: Prescriptions for enlightenment would start with learning how to listen to our souls, rejecting every insult to … Continue reading →

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Riding the Wave (Part 3 of 3)

Posted on March 6, 2014 by sputterpub

It was the story that seduced her a month ago. Mark would probably go to his grave concluding that it was the peaches, no matter what she said. He’d always remember the erotic plumpness of the just-picked orbs, the squirt … Continue reading →

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Riding the Wave (Part 2 of 3)

Posted on March 5, 2014 by sputterpub

Things were bizarre at work, and not peaceful at home. It was a good thing that Julie’s old house was large, for she and her dog had recently had to open it to Jess and Keith (between apartments and jobs, … Continue reading →

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Riding the Wave (Part 1 of 3)

Posted on March 4, 2014 by sputterpub

Odd how for cerebral Julie, the epiphanies came through her body. PUSH THROUGH THE PAIN. STRETCH THE EASY SIDE FIRST. TAKE ONE PEDAL AT A TIME. They all started as vivid, fully physical experiences – childbirth, dance, cycling up mountains … Continue reading →

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