Monthly Archives: December 2017

Besting

Posted on December 7, 2017 by sputterpub

My father wanted me to exercise. He called me sedentary, and made fun of me determining to train my eyes on books and paper, when I ought to run around the high school track across the street. I loved my … Continue reading →

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Not Yet

Posted on December 5, 2017 by sputterpub

I used to qualify my history by stating, with a grin, the numbered years I’d earned of marital recovery, enjoying comprehension from my peers. But now I know how much I thought was jest was actually a clue to plumb … Continue reading →

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Raincoats

Posted on December 4, 2017 by sputterpub

My raincoat’s adequate. There’s nothing wrong with it, except I never want to wear the piece. I’ve had it several years too long, my mother’s is identical (the pair of us don’t like alike), and I’m too bored to use … Continue reading →

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