Monthly Archives: September 2017

Fatigue

Posted on September 15, 2017 by sputterpub

I wish I had a lover with a plan for something new we’d do with this weekend. I wouldn’t mind attention from a man, and company I’d welcome in a friend. But I don’t long for anyone I’ve had and … Continue reading →

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Wasted Worry

Posted on September 14, 2017 by sputterpub

I lived a half a year past 66 and called my age the number of the beast. The digits made 18 (mathematic tricks), and that’s the Chai denoting life, at least. Numerical coincidence aside, the fact is I’ve lived long … Continue reading →

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From the Molehill

Posted on September 13, 2017 by sputterpub

A few years ago, the city of Berkeley installed a new variety of street crossing signals. On some busy corridors we now have the option of pressing a button for assistance. That will cause yellow lights to pulse for about … Continue reading →

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Deep Desert

Posted on September 12, 2017 by sputterpub

The morning air is tricky, with a haze that to my coastal eyes appears as mist, befogging distance for my sweeping gaze, but air this low cannot be moisture-kissed. It must be made from something I don’t know, some flotsam … Continue reading →

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Apropos

Posted on September 11, 2017 by sputterpub

I’m never age appropriate. I’ve had a wayward brain, eccentric attitude, as long as I recall. I wasn’t bad in deed or thought, but teachers called me rude for asking natural questions, and my dad admonished me for lack of … Continue reading →

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Cognitive Order

Posted on September 8, 2017 by sputterpub

If life is information and a game of zero sum, I think I’ve won enough. Amassing goods before they had a name, awash in blessings and with too much stuff, it’s time for me to lose. I’ll place myself in … Continue reading →

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Camping Lecture

Posted on September 7, 2017 by sputterpub

“The bigger dipper indicates the small: its handle points straight to the brighter star, Arcturus, in galactic lactic sprawl.” He held me as he told me what stars are. “Now this is quartz that makes a vein for gold. Here’s … Continue reading →

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Pre-Verbals

Posted on September 6, 2017 by sputterpub

“Have you talked to your father lately?” “No,” Aggie sighed. “You know how he is – he’ll answer when I call, and he responds to texts or emails, but he never initiates.” “I’m sorry.” Aggie understood that Del’s phrase wasn’t … Continue reading →

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Weird Weather

Posted on September 5, 2017 by sputterpub

We suffered record heat for half a week: the wind reversed or absent, heavy air beset with smoke, as if a weather freak arose engendered by a low somewhere, attacked, and we without AC tried fans that proved their uselessness … Continue reading →

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Anaburbs

Posted on September 1, 2017 by sputterpub

We used to know extended families. When several generations shared a place, the seniors often bent, hands on their knees, to tend the babies. Every age of face was then familiar; cries were swiftly quelled – evolution’s strategy was met. … Continue reading →

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