Monthly Archives: April 2015

Omphalos

Posted on April 30, 2015 by sputterpub

Now why am I so mad again today I’m picking fights with people in my mind? And why do most my mornings start this way? And will I never leave the wrath behind or plumb it clearly till it disappears? … Continue reading →

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Second Skin

Posted on April 29, 2015 by sputterpub

When Callie was in her mid-40s, she was still a Victoria’s Secret customer. She’d started when she was 33 and in love with the man who would be her second husband; he took her to the store and bought her … Continue reading →

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Adultery

Posted on April 28, 2015 by sputterpub

Well as I live and breathe, he vocalized (he gives good phone, and she gives willing ear). He didn’t sound excited or surprised as much as warmly welcoming to hear her alto tones. A pair of weeks had passed with … Continue reading →

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Springing

Posted on April 27, 2015 by sputterpub

The season of awakening is here. The hyacinths are up, magnolias bud in violet to cream, and greens appear a dynasty of tones. The winter mud produces tulip fodder, iris love, and everywhere life stretches toward the sky. The heavens … Continue reading →

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The Child’s New Clothes

Posted on April 24, 2015 by sputterpub

A child may be innocent and pure, with cheek unetched, all possibility, but I detested being one, for sure I had to note the mean conformity, the impotence, the greedy imperfection. The years elapse along with lapsing chance. Assuming power … Continue reading →

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Potiphar’s Wife (End)

Posted on April 23, 2015 by sputterpub

They only did it the one time. Jill told me she didn’t know why I always commented favorably about Mike in bed; she didn’t find him any great shakes. She went on to other guys and I tried not to … Continue reading →

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Potiphar’s Wife (Middle)

Posted on April 22, 2015 by sputterpub

Jill was an excellent house guest. She was helpful and considerate and appreciative. She got along with my husband and she was great with our son. She was also into a nonsexual cycle, so even when she drank (not much, … Continue reading →

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Potiphar’s Wife (Beginning)

Posted on April 21, 2015 by sputterpub

I tell you, these people are crazy. I’m surrounded by dysfunction, and I’m not going to take it wordlessly any more. I have tried to suspend judgment. I have concluded that people read one another, and I’ve ceased harboring negative … Continue reading →

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Pedestrian Peering

Posted on April 20, 2015 by sputterpub

She’s wearing Tevas over cotton socks beneath a shapeless skirt and peasant blouse. As if a barrel chose to wear a box, an aging Berkeley matron leaves her house to walk her pets, with passive mate in tow, apparently agreeable … Continue reading →

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Ceres

Posted on April 17, 2015 by sputterpub

When I was pregnant I became divine – a minor goddess of fertility – no sooner touched a plant than it was mine to root and put forth shoots abundantly. I cultivated marijuana seeds, conversed with birds, and looked in … Continue reading →

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