Monthly Archives: August 2019

Perturbation

Posted on August 6, 2019 by sputterpub

My mom insists her mother was a saint. I never met the woman, but I’ve heard the anecdotes forever. Mom would paint her mother immigrant-heroic, stirred to worship by (we thought) her early end. “Her energy was boundless as her … Continue reading →

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Necked

Posted on August 5, 2019 by sputterpub

At least a score of years ago, I heard I’ve osteo-arthritis near my neck. I tend to clench; I took them at their word, attended therapy, and felt the wreck of nape and jawline start to ease a bit. I … Continue reading →

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Absence of Outhouse

Posted on August 1, 2019 by sputterpub

As soon as we had permits, there was placed a lockless porta-potty at our curb. Somebody tipped it once. Someone defaced its side with paint. Its bulk did not disturb my eyes, it didn’t stink, no neighbor yelped. I’m sure … Continue reading →

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