Monthly Archives: March 2015

A Day in My Life, Thirteen Years Ago (Beginning)

Posted on March 17, 2015 by sputterpub

Sometimes the collection of evidence becomes impossible to ignore. Like when I think I’m doing fine and then I catch my heel on a street grating, almost fall and drop my stuff, encounter a silly obstacle or a rude driver, … Continue reading →

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(A Week Before) Spring Cleaning

Posted on March 16, 2015 by sputterpub

Inverted brooms the naked trees appear, with sturdy handle trunks and limbs that form expanding vees against an atmosphere begun to steam as sunshine follows storm. The calendar says spring will not begin for seven days and some, but weather … Continue reading →

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Sweet Revenge

Posted on March 13, 2015 by sputterpub

The more we age the more we stay the same. For just as I bore babies but they bore their personalities and quick became themselves, unlike to me, beloved more apart who held my heart but ever took another path … Continue reading →

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Motive

Posted on March 12, 2015 by sputterpub

Innately odd or early turned, I keep perceiving differently what’s under rocks. I note when others don’t – they tend to sleep more time than I; they tremble less from shocks, as if they’re comatose. The scholars list the relics … Continue reading →

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Complainatorial

Posted on March 11, 2015 by sputterpub

I know I sometimes sound bitter, but that’s not it. In fact, I think negative emotions are a waste of time, and I don’t voluntarily indulge in them. I’m not bitter. But I’m also not forgetful. I have an excellent … Continue reading →

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Timing

Posted on March 10, 2015 by sputterpub

Now I have things to say to you That I don’t think you want to hear. I plan to voice them anyway But not today, my dear. You cherish thoughts I want to know, Opinions stark and feelings sheer, But … Continue reading →

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How To

Posted on March 9, 2015 by sputterpub

The caliber of poetry and song I hear is woefully inadequate. The writers wedge in words that don’t belong, or clashing sense, or syllables unfit for rhythm or so tritely overused they only reinforce cliches. I flinch when I attend … Continue reading →

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Observing

Posted on March 6, 2015 by sputterpub

Each petal of wisteria appears a miniature orchid, scaling white through lavender to purple. Lavalieres of lacy petals dangle in the light: spangled pixies on the new chartreuse of leaves unfurling. Underneath that berth a clutch of irises, like Ws … Continue reading →

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Rude

Posted on March 5, 2015 by sputterpub

Her fingertips were icicles within the pocket where his shoulder met his neck. She shocked him into consciousness with skin as cold as water on his face. The wreck of sleep was pushed aside; my brother rose from rumpled sheets, … Continue reading →

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Lay Down Time

Posted on March 4, 2015 by sputterpub

The first couch I remember was medium-green, upholstered in something like damask, pretty and soft. Its seat cushions needed plumping after anyone sat down. Mom would jump up and dart to the couch whenever one of us stood up from … Continue reading →

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