Monthly Archives: February 2016

Away Today

Posted on February 15, 2016 by sputterpub

It’s minutes after midnight where I sit upon a hotel bed in Washington, but far out west where you are, there’s a bit of time remaining till your day’s begun. So I say happy birthday on the phone but you … Continue reading →

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VDay

Posted on February 12, 2016 by sputterpub

Surprise me not tonight, but feed me well on sustenance prepared with your clean hands. Don’t give me sweets to chew, but if you tell your love with fish and fruit, she understands who doesn’t want a flower or a … Continue reading →

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Particulate Pollution

Posted on February 11, 2016 by sputterpub

That didn’t work – the guy’s a jerk – there’s too much murk in him for him to take a chance with clarity, with grace. I sent a true account of me – he traded cheat romance for it. Ash … Continue reading →

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Cronies

Posted on February 10, 2016 by sputterpub

Lately Jill hates her bff. That doesn’t mean she doesn’t love her, and it isn’t the first time, and maybe hate is too strong a word, but Jill is a writer, usually restrained, who occasionally indulges in gotcha words to … Continue reading →

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Base 12 (So Many Factors!)

Posted on February 9, 2016 by sputterpub

I heard you almost voice the phrase a lover likes to hear when gazing in the darkness at my face, you said you start to love me, and my ardor upped a gear and held you close and heated my … Continue reading →

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Semantics

Posted on February 8, 2016 by sputterpub

“How close,” I queried “do you want to be?” Then “Close,” he whispered. “Close is very nice.” He gave his answer bland, emphatically, and I asked, “What means close and at what price?” He countered, “Do you want to talk … Continue reading →

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Safety

Posted on February 5, 2016 by sputterpub

So what if she was unimpressed at first: his clothes ill-fitting and his manners rude. So what if he was boorish, and accursed with awkward talk and cocky attitude? She must have been more lonely than she knew for her … Continue reading →

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Strategy

Posted on February 4, 2016 by sputterpub

Intentions of the morning bright with goal, which evening burnished dreaming through the night, are paled by noon and later less than whole, diminished as the west retires light. So this determination too will fold, and unremembered will be this … Continue reading →

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Gambling

Posted on February 3, 2016 by sputterpub

“So do you gamble?” she asked, contemplating their pass through the casino to the buffet dinner that awaited them when they left their room. “Not really. You?” “I guess I don’t gamble for money. Never have.” He proceeded to hold … Continue reading →

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Ladies’ Room

Posted on February 2, 2016 by sputterpub

The slob who takes the toilet paper stinks, for inconsideration is her name. No one can tell what spell the woman thinks she weaves, with wasted paper for her game. Does she object to hygiene on a roll? Or does … Continue reading →

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