Monthly Archives: June 2016

Etude

Posted on June 16, 2016 by sputterpub

There isn’t any poetry in here. My brain is ranging wide – creatively I should be flush, with all my cells in gear – emotions popping so the path should be as obvious as marijuana’s dear. I lied: that little … Continue reading →

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Phonies

Posted on June 15, 2016 by sputterpub

I watched Compass while I drank coffee. She was patrolling the yard but I wasn’t interested in that; I was looking for signs of intestinal issues. That’s a euphemism. She was a healthy retriever mix when we adopted her at … Continue reading →

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Gray Men Walking

Posted on June 14, 2016 by sputterpub

I’m strolling to the market for some fruit. It’s spring, the sun is out, near 3 o’clock in Berkeley so I’m watching for the root that hoists a hazard of a sidewalk block. Approaching me’s a man with sparse gray … Continue reading →

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Beads

Posted on June 13, 2016 by sputterpub

A second, minute, hour, day or week is like a bauble strung upon a cord in graduated range, each bead discrete, but all together grouped and tending toward a bracelet, necklace, anklet, rosary, in purposeful arrangement of its parts. So … Continue reading →

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Arithmophilia

Posted on June 10, 2016 by sputterpub

I had to count the Spanish Steps in Rome (I vote with those who say one thirty eight). And even when I travel close to home, I count the steps to train from ticket gate. I chant how many paces … Continue reading →

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Today’s Questions

Posted on June 9, 2016 by sputterpub

I think I’d better take a break today – I’m winding up like twine around a spool… I’m so presumptuous, I’ll find a way to milk this visit for each drop of fuel to push my fantasy and waking dreams. … Continue reading →

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Me

Posted on June 8, 2016 by sputterpub

This is a work of fiction. Really. I’ve heard the assertion that all writing is autobiographical, but that’s bullshit. Of course it’s biographical – what else could we be writing about except life? – but it ain’t necessarily auto. At … Continue reading →

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Velocity

Posted on June 7, 2016 by sputterpub

My husband used the word velocitized: the way a passenger is lulled to doze. The driver is awake, with focused eyes, attentive ears, no senses in repose. It seems the pilot has to be in gear along with the machine … Continue reading →

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Ambivalove

Posted on June 6, 2016 by sputterpub

As sweet as infant laughter is, the scream of little kid frustration agitates the afternoon and undermines the dream of harmony that kinship incubates. They’re harsh and selfish little guys, but cute as cherubim. Their heads are big, their arms … Continue reading →

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A Dash of Bitters

Posted on June 3, 2016 by sputterpub

The children look too much like him for me to ever doubt their shared paternity (as if I could! I paid attention then to all my copulations with the men). But here’s a rub I didn’t contemplate when I at … Continue reading →

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