Monthly Archives: May 2017

Sin Brazos

Posted on May 31, 2017 by sputterpub

I never noticed till the recent posts. I guess it’s an example of consciousness-raising. But the fact is, arms are a drag when you’re not using them. They’re great when you need to manipulate or carry things. But I can … Continue reading →

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Unsettled

Posted on May 30, 2017 by sputterpub

It’s absolutely silly how upset I got about a trellis vine that died. Acceptance took three weeks – I didn’t let its symptoms tell me what they signified. I’m feeling better now all hope has flown; I paid a guy … Continue reading →

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Plant Puppies

Posted on May 29, 2017 by sputterpub

The passion flower’s otherworldly bloom, cape honeysuckle and another vine, we plan to plant today. I have the room – wisteria that I considered mine has died. For weeks I watched for buds to grow, but stunted purple petals broke … Continue reading →

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Tantrum

Posted on May 26, 2017 by sputterpub

I’m done with counting carbs and calories. I don’t like summing minutes for my bills. Fatigued by all the bullet lists that freeze me more than fire me, I’m lately ill on numbers, and I need to take a break. … Continue reading →

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Or Else

Posted on May 25, 2017 by sputterpub

“You have a week to reconsider,” said her husband late that bitter breakup night. “If you persist in leaving, go ahead, but understand you’ll never make it right. The exit is one-way; you can’t return once you depart (or send … Continue reading →

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Bozo

Posted on May 24, 2017 by sputterpub

Jack’s earliest memory is from kindergarten. Everyone he knows can remember back to age two or three or maybe four, but he has nothing before school. And he was a December baby – one of the oldest in his class … Continue reading →

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Furious

Posted on May 23, 2017 by sputterpub

Divorce? How could she? He was always good to her. However could she make him leave? Especially when babies came, she should have found a way to tolerate and cleave to him; a 10-year marriage earned him that. She’ll say … Continue reading →

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Unnecessary Walking

Posted on May 22, 2017 by sputterpub

Another gorgeous Sunday by the bay, with azure sky and eighty-one degrees. The air is light and satiny today, caressing sunblocked cheeks, uncovered knees, and arms that swing with freedom, showing sleeves of ink or naked skin. The weather’s why … Continue reading →

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Exhortation

Posted on May 19, 2017 by sputterpub

Desert the bay for desert solitude. Forsake for sand asphalt security. Give up the bath and smile on the crude appliances of camping purity. Adjust the pack and venture on a trail that’s never felt the surface of a wheel. … Continue reading →

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Design

Posted on May 18, 2017 by sputterpub

Redundancy’s a benefit in smart design, along with sensors and alerts. And symmetry’s a necessary part, aesthetically and practically. Then hurts are not catastrophes. Malfunctions do occur, but engineering kept in mind the likely fails and rarer problems too, so … Continue reading →

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