Monthly Archives: November 2014

How to Hug

Posted on November 28, 2014 by sputterpub

We cuddle babies properly when we conform their chests against our own, and raise their scented scalps to meet our lips. They see a face, they feel a heart; this holding plays a vital role with infants or the ill. … Continue reading →

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Regarding Water

Posted on November 27, 2014 by sputterpub

Dehydration The air is dry, and so am I within. We set our clocks to standard time, and yet the temperature’s too warm for fall. My skin is parched to paper and I’m wet with sweat but nothing else: no … Continue reading →

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Thanks

Posted on November 26, 2014 by sputterpub

Can life much better get? I feel today as wise as 90 and as lithe as 10, vivacious, self-amused, about to play at work and working play for gain again. I’m somewhat irresistible. I’m told I speak too loudly, but … Continue reading →

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Conversation

Posted on November 25, 2014 by sputterpub

“I get it now. I know she wasn’t a virgin. But I have no idea why she lied to me.” “Come on. For the same reason a man would lie about sex. More or less. To create or avoid reputation.” … Continue reading →

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Unbuckled

Posted on November 24, 2014 by sputterpub

The question: do we have a variance in attitude that’s gender-based? Do brains of males more likely sense the broad expanse of forest, while the women see the lanes of trees, and note the shapes of leaves and seeds? It … Continue reading →

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Sun-entry

Posted on November 21, 2014 by sputterpub

At 9 a.m. the sun’s a silver plate suspended in the fog. The air is chill and laden with the saturated weight of hanging water. Distillations fill the spaces in between the blocks and bricks that pave the way I … Continue reading →

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Cousins (3 of 3)

Posted on November 20, 2014 by sputterpub

I guess the crisis with my cousins came when I was twelve. That’s when they really got into scrubland hunting, and I became a pacifist. They’d take their air guns and hike behind their houses to the undeveloped low mesa. … Continue reading →

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Cousins (2 of 3)

Posted on November 19, 2014 by sputterpub

It was pretty obvious. Not like now, when hair color is mostly supposed to be recognized, either applied to young heads in odd patches and harsh colors, or modeled in natural tones of auburn or ash by middle-aged women in … Continue reading →

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Cousins (1 of 3)

Posted on November 18, 2014 by sputterpub

My father was the only son in a Jewish clutch of eight. His parents had been fruitful five times before he arrived, producing a pair of twin girls and four individual daughters. My grandmother permitted one more pregnancy after my … Continue reading →

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Refresher

Posted on November 17, 2014 by sputterpub

My hands are not experienced at this, for unfamiliar is the feel of you. I draw your essence in with every kiss and long to take your length, but this is new to me again; again I’m new confused with … Continue reading →

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