Monthly Archives: April 2017

Reef

Posted on April 14, 2017 by sputterpub

As if we didn’t have abundant griefs of late, with drought and flood and ailing trees, we’re decimating all the coral reefs – our monkeyshines resulting in degrees of warmth we never need and can’t dispel – we’re too far … Continue reading →

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Reading Middlemarch

Posted on April 13, 2017 by sputterpub

In olden days, before TVs and phones, when books were authored leisurely and long, when letters were substantial, and the bones of narrative were dressed with right and wrong and mannerly philosophies, then calm after a day of work and … Continue reading →

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Like a Broken Clock

Posted on April 12, 2017 by sputterpub

I haven’t reported about Bertilda for a while. That’s because she’s like a headache: only considered if causing pain. Most of us don’t notice when the headache eases. It took us a couple of months to realize how quiet the … Continue reading →

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Nurslings

Posted on April 11, 2017 by sputterpub

I met twin newborn kids a few weeks back, who wobbled round an hour after birth on sturdy knobby legs. Their coats were black and white, their eyes alert upon the earth; they walked unaided to their nourishment. Precociously capricious … Continue reading →

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Oxalisation

Posted on April 10, 2017 by sputterpub

My neighborhood’s oxalisated now. The yellow blooms make carpets in the sun. To finger-rake the foliage is how we weed the yard in April, leaving none although the flowers never hurt our eyes, and clover-cool the green is soft as … Continue reading →

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Metalwork

Posted on April 7, 2017 by sputterpub

It’s working well enough to earn renewal – the year’s experiment is a success. My life alone is precious like a jewel that nestles in the metalwork of stress. Today the crown sits heavy on my head; nostalgia and old … Continue reading →

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Bio

Posted on April 6, 2017 by sputterpub

At twenty years I knew a girl in quite a situation: between two guys and in a whirl of raging vacillation. For one she loved but circled wide, abhorring his depression. The other simply satisfied with joyful self-expression. She tried … Continue reading →

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Motes from 1996

Posted on April 5, 2017 by sputterpub

Some time after the hysterectomy, she asked her surgeon what was in the place where her uterus used to be. The answer was given with a grin: “You know those fabric-covered spring snakes that jump out of a joke can? … Continue reading →

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Anachrony

Posted on April 4, 2017 by sputterpub

Rereading prose composed two decades past, I’m struck with three anachronistic themes. Our ways of life are modifying fast and so I have to choose between old memes and explanations, or reworking now the plot to fit our modern wired … Continue reading →

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Gardens

Posted on April 3, 2017 by sputterpub

The exercise was fourteen lines from me today. I sought a topic for my pen, and thought to draw the angry energy my daughter broadcasts often and again. Except as I set out to catch a phrase, my net attention … Continue reading →

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