Monthly Archives: April 2014

Prevarication (2 of 2)

Posted on April 30, 2014 by sputterpub

Her friends skipped off. Melanie picked up her hoop and started for the open garage. “Mom says it’s time to set the table,” her brother announced. He was feeding his pet hamster, who didn’t have a great life. Their mother … Continue reading →

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Prevarication (1 of 2)

Posted on April 29, 2014 by sputterpub

There are some activities that are just easier for kids. Like getting up from the ground. Or rolling down a hill and liking it. Kids hate to get drunk but love to get dizzy. Adults tend to have opposite tastes … Continue reading →

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Acute Fatigue

Posted on April 28, 2014 by sputterpub

I feel unready for today to start (except I want the hemisphere to wake). I mean I seem to lack the strength or heart to tackle all my work without mistake. My soul is weary but I leave my bed. … Continue reading →

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Green

Posted on April 25, 2014 by sputterpub

There may be more varieties of green than any other color. This is why our brains adore it; this is what we mean when we refer to nourishing the eye. There’s spring and olive, Kelly, drab and pea. No other … Continue reading →

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WTW (Part 3 of 3)

Posted on April 24, 2014 by sputterpub

That evening Mellie had dinner at Candace’s house. She liked dining there, even though she thought the tacos smelled funny. At Candace’s house the girls could eat without having a parent around. And they were allowed to watch “The Twilight … Continue reading →

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WTW (Part 2 of 3)

Posted on April 23, 2014 by sputterpub

It was hard for the young spies to operate near the handball courts. There was no shelter except the concrete structure itself, and the ground was clear in all directions around it. Candace and Mellie watched Carmella enter the area, … Continue reading →

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WTW (Part 1 of 3)

Posted on April 22, 2014 by sputterpub

When Candace and Mellie were 13, they were sex fiends. That was their favorite subject, for private musing or confidential conversations. They’d been friends since they were 10, and they still played with their Barbie dolls. But not with the … Continue reading →

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Low Maintenance

Posted on April 21, 2014 by sputterpub

The English ivy blossoms in the yard as ugly as the fungus where a tile lost its grout, tenacious and as hard to kill. In shape like jacks collected while the ball allows, they’re wasp-attracting signs of pestilence and immortality: … Continue reading →

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Dandelion

Posted on April 18, 2014 by sputterpub

The earth has wheeled again around the sky; a dozen months have cycled in their turn. If we could view the revolution high above ourselves, then maybe we would learn our planet is a dandelion heart: The stem is spun … Continue reading →

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Facets (End)

Posted on April 17, 2014 by sputterpub

That’s where I come in. It was 1979 and Bethany and I were 29. Trying to make a go of India Inc., our occult-bookstore-with-art-supplies. We didn’t (make a go), but Bethany and Tom made lots of sparks and then a … Continue reading →

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