Monthly Archives: March 2016

Personal

Posted on March 31, 2016 by sputterpub

A nearly single male of 48 who’s self-employed, caucasian, tall and fit, desires to convert his lonely state to something warmer and more intimate. I like to eat and drink and be outside, and smoking doesn’t bother me too much. … Continue reading →

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The Hole in the Doughnut

Posted on March 30, 2016 by sputterpub

Most of the time we’re in sync with our friends and family and acquaintances, enough so that we can converse and communicate. But now and then we have a surreal encounter, where our assessment of the situation turns out to … Continue reading →

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Itinerary

Posted on March 29, 2016 by sputterpub

I dropped my clock upon the floor last night as I was setting it to ring today, and now it isn’t marking minutes right, so I awoke with twenty gone away I thought I’d use. But I don’t need that … Continue reading →

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Showers

Posted on March 28, 2016 by sputterpub

We hosted rain the second day of spring: a playful splash of water from the sky that wet the wood and spattered everything, impelling me to stay here where it’s dry and I’ve a fire burning gas to warm my … Continue reading →

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Dys Mis

Posted on March 25, 2016 by sputterpub

I know that people live on different planes with sets at every level, type and kind, but nothing I’ve experienced explains why my sort is so difficult to find. There may be few, but still there must be some who … Continue reading →

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The Gloaming

Posted on March 24, 2016 by sputterpub

The light of 6 pm invites my eyes to gaze unshielded toward the scene across my busy street. I try to analyze the glow that lays as soft as early moss, as gentle as the sound of water drops upon … Continue reading →

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Channeling Gertrude

Posted on March 23, 2016 by sputterpub

Emmy spent two weeks in Paris when she was 47. The occasion was her parents’ 50th wedding anniversary; it was her father’s favorite city and he talked her mother into taking the offspring there. Her dad was experienced at Paris. … Continue reading →

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Chasm

Posted on March 22, 2016 by sputterpub

Behold the weary woman in her chair or better, be the holder with your hands. Betake her with your eyes but if you care for her, then take her what she understands. For she is too fatigued to see your … Continue reading →

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Ar-Jay

Posted on March 21, 2016 by sputterpub

His eyes positioned deep beneath his brow are blue above a furred and crooked nose. Long wrinkles carve his cheeks as if a plow were sun-impelled to sow the years in rows. Imperfect teeth appear behind his lips and hair … Continue reading →

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Senseless

Posted on March 18, 2016 by sputterpub

Invisible people don’t wear any clothes unless they want by fabric to be seen. They cannot blush no matter it’s too cold and only odor tells when they’re unclean. I wonder: can an xray see their hearts? And when will … Continue reading →

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