Monthly Archives: July 2015

My Stepdaughter’s Barrette

Posted on July 17, 2015 by sputterpub

Exchanging Mondays off to have each day some extra time at home, to exercise or write or follow where my fancies lay, today I chose to vacuum. The surprise, discovered where it wedged at least nine years beneath a baseboard … Continue reading →

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Baker

Posted on July 16, 2015 by sputterpub

Within the leaf, the gas and water take their measure of the vigor of the sun to spark a sweet reaction, as they make the basic sustenance for everyone. The chemistry is almost that profound when I mix flour, milled … Continue reading →

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Pain

Posted on July 15, 2015 by sputterpub

Renee tries not to recall that January night nine years ago, but she is determined to remember her life, so the scene replays in her. That was when she sent her husband away from home and family, into the cold … Continue reading →

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Art Car

Posted on July 14, 2015 by sputterpub

A shark-shaped silver car stands out, on Spruce near Berryman. Its surface is hand-done: a pitted, puckered, puttied poor excuse for shining sharkskin. Still the car is fun; it rides a trailer hitched behind a bull with radiator ring and … Continue reading →

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Secrets

Posted on July 13, 2015 by sputterpub

Big Robin is a deviant. I know because she tried recruiting me, between her messy bites of lunch: she loves to go to latex orgies. Then there’s meek Christine, who never eats with others – she’s complex. She closet binges … Continue reading →

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Eddie

Posted on July 10, 2015 by sputterpub

I see in memory a red-haired guy who studied Marxist writings page by page, and dreamed of blowing ROT-Cee to the sky: now Eddie’s hair is turning pink with age. While McNamara wasted boys to slow the tide embarrassment from … Continue reading →

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Sign

Posted on July 8, 2015 by sputterpub

Gretchen thinks Madeleine and Carol might as well be gay. “Jeez, you’d make a great dyke,” she’s said more than once to Madeleine, after listening to one of her anecdotes of independence or watching her in a feisty feminist moment. … Continue reading →

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NightQuiet

Posted on July 7, 2015 by sputterpub

It’s 25 past midnight, and the earth is quiet now while I prepare to sleep. As if fatigued from having given birth to yet another yesterday, we creep together to our rest, environment and I, arrange our wraps of fog … Continue reading →

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Neighborhood Pick-Up Day

Posted on July 6, 2015 by sputterpub

My legs are tired and my mind’s fatigued. I need a psychic nap and muscle rest. Commuting I have tried to be intrigued with birds and blooms; instead I am impressed by household offal piled at the street: torn mattresses, … Continue reading →

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Alien

Posted on July 2, 2015 by sputterpub

She’s always been an alien within: a cuckoo incubated in the nest her parents built. Beneath that olive skin exists a creature other than the rest, diverging early in her history. She’s waiting yet to recognize her peers and thinks … Continue reading →

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