Monthly Archives: August 2016

Carless

Posted on August 17, 2016 by sputterpub

They finally took Bertilda’s car. Her conservator showed up with a colleague and official papers. I happened to be in my front yard and was recruited as a witness or interpretor. The conservator’s name is Leah. She’s a plump black … Continue reading →

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Re

Posted on August 16, 2016 by sputterpub

To Whom It May Concern, the contract read, and Be It Known, In All Events, To Wit, for Time Is Of The Essence, someone said, and now’s essentially appropriate for purposing in private to amend – desired more than any … Continue reading →

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Belladonna Etc

Posted on August 15, 2016 by sputterpub

The naked ladies huddle past their prime – their petals flag like ribbons on the stilts that leafless held them half a summertime. Their color loud as lusting cats, they wilt. With tops of white, the crinum stand like men … Continue reading →

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Missing Mything

Posted on August 12, 2016 by sputterpub

While mustangs are abundant in the West, nobody here has seen a unicorn. And though some Salem ladies once confessed to witchery, our homeland is forlorn of wizards, warlocks, covens in the night, familiars, fauns or fairies in the wood, … Continue reading →

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Masque

Posted on August 11, 2016 by sputterpub

The seasoned salts of ancient history included superstitions in their trade. Encountering the buxom manatee, they chanty-named the animal “mermaid.” Were they by saline spray and fog so blind, or by long voyaging did they forget? They saw the attitude … Continue reading →

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Delightful

Posted on August 10, 2016 by sputterpub

We all know we’re going to lose Bertilda soon. Some of us are trying to feel somber or even sad about that. Most of us are not succeeding. The wheels of bureaucracy turn slowly, but she’s in the machinery now. … Continue reading →

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Hypochondria

Posted on August 9, 2016 by sputterpub

Exactly how much notice should I give to little bumps that feel like fat or bone? Disdaining waiting rooms is how I’d live, and waiting for a change in shape or tone. The symptom tends to worsen or to shrink … Continue reading →

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Being a Tree

Posted on August 8, 2016 by sputterpub

Imagine pulling water from the ground. Importing CO2 the atoms meet, and catalyzed by energy unbound from chlorophyll, the recipe’s complete. The ends are molecules of oxygen and sugar – that’s how evolution’s smart. All foods begin this sweet. All … Continue reading →

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Solo

Posted on August 5, 2016 by sputterpub

I worried I’d be wasted, for this dream recurred so often of an unused room. Reminded nightly to it, I’d redeem it from the day’s oblivion, resume a planned inhabitance, investigate its windowless perimeter, and then – I’d wake to … Continue reading →

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Near Missus

Posted on August 4, 2016 by sputterpub

So here’s the pattern I perceive for me: The boys have found me awesome since my youth. They can’t believe I’m really what they see although they like the vision – that’s the truth. Alas, I’ve learned they share this … Continue reading →

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