Monthly Archives: November 2016

Plot Line

Posted on November 16, 2016 by sputterpub

Janet and Bill Martinson hail from somewhere near Casper, Wyoming. I suspect they got those scholarships to Harvard because there wasn’t much competition from their little state. Neither of them ever struck me as brilliant. They’re not both Martinsons any … Continue reading →

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Comments

Posted on November 15, 2016 by sputterpub

A week ago I flew home with a cold. The next day I sat down for the result from voters who apparently mistold the pollsters. Now I’m witnessing tumult and rampant fear. My Sapphic friends are freaked; the adult kids … Continue reading →

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True New Crew?

Posted on November 14, 2016 by sputterpub

Three times I’ve joined a writers’ group before. It wasn’t my idea, but I agreed to weekly prose “assignments” or the more expansive task of trying what I need or want to work on. But my colleagues stuck to feminine … Continue reading →

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If Only

Posted on November 11, 2016 by sputterpub

I had a strong suspicion I’d succeed. I knew I’d be discovered by the time I hit my 50s. I thought all I’d need to do is make great prose and better rhyme. But I forgot to publicize my stuff. … Continue reading →

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From the Gecko

Posted on November 10, 2016 by sputterpub

My natural point-of-view, when crafting prose, is somewhat like a fly upon the wall inside a place where characters I chose are interacting normally with all the room’s inhabitants. I seek no big catastrophe or comic interlude – I want … Continue reading →

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Who’s Your Mama?

Posted on November 9, 2016 by sputterpub

My friend Meg had an awesome mom. Hildy was the only mother I knew of whom I approved. And I approved of her so much I wanted her for myself. I would have shared her with her own kids. I … Continue reading →

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Lecturette

Posted on November 8, 2016 by sputterpub

I’ve always had a literary friend or two, who loves to read and longs to write, but never have encountered one who’d spend the time to practice. She awaits a flight of fancy seldom lifting off the ground, while he’s … Continue reading →

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Little Did We Know

Posted on November 7, 2016 by sputterpub

The town of Gerlach, Bruno-owned and run, is like the capital of no man’s land, abutting playa in the heavy sun and gleaning Empire’s gypsum from the sand. To Gerlach we retired for a rest from camping – me to … Continue reading →

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Every 25 Years

Posted on November 4, 2016 by sputterpub

I rarely meet a man who interests me. I mean no blame or insult stating so. I’m mostly rapt in my identity and have too little stamina to know another person – I’ve too much to do. But every quarter … Continue reading →

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To Be

Posted on November 3, 2016 by sputterpub

The kids are launched – my hardest job is done. Each married carefully and reproduced. They work careers they like – they’re having fun – the presents of the present have them juiced about the future. I can’t ask for … Continue reading →

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