Author Archives: sputterpub

The Ends of Short Stories

I’ve seen the posters on the power poles,with pleas for missing pets to be returned,with photographs and words that move our souls,suggesting mourning people who have yearnedfor absent love. But seldom have I learnedwhat happened next. Was Rex or Frodo … Continue reading →

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Rough Commute

I never intended to walk Market Stat 7 pm in December.They closed down two stations I needed, to meetthe train to cross the bay.I paced on to Franklin on confident feet,but then I began to rememberthe instinct evasive to beat … Continue reading →

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Switch

I think it would inform us to exchangeannouncements about diet, fitness goals,and other resolutions with a rangeof news reporting relapse in controls.Do you agree? Or would it be too strange,to share the fail or fracture in the roles,and mention not … Continue reading →

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Cowering

I call them assholes when I’m in my placeand talking to myself, without controls,of those who snipe and won’t confront my face.I call them assholes. They suffer vacancies within their souls,and feel correction as profound disgrace(like blame and shame in … Continue reading →

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Marshmallows

I know a forceful personality,who might have made a most impressive man,but culture deemed her shrill, and familywas sore the more she nonconformed to plan.They said she was a strident know-it-all,(who loved to learn and talked to get response).Her mother … Continue reading →

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Teaching Fail

I don’t recall exact atrocities,but I remember hating English classmost years of secondary school. The keysto wit and eloquence were not dispensed.The teachers made us write down summariesand our reactions – called them book reports.Diverting me from plots and mysteriesto … Continue reading →

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Foiled by Phlegm

I planned to do complete home exercisetoday, but too much mucus changed the plot.I got through half but had to leave the prize –I feared the problem’s aging, but it’s snot.

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Looking the Wrong Way

He registers embarrassment becauseI grinned at him, although my smile hadno relevance to any of his flaws –of course I never meant to make him sad. Her feelings have been bruised. With hurt she’s full,and so she flails internally at … Continue reading →

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A Penetrating Glimpse into the Obvious

Review the choices made when you were 8,for everyone gets hurt in childhood,but most survive to age and recreate,with strategies and tactics that were goodenough to serve them then, but rarely worthcontinuing to use when they’re mature.I watch too many … Continue reading →

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Messier than Fiction

A story is a popular deviceas old as song, as ancient as cave art.It can be utilized to give advice,or illustrate a precept, or to starta way of thought-in-action, but the talecannot be messy like reality.Too accurate a plot or … Continue reading →

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