Author Archives: sputterpub

Granding

Posted on January 20, 2020 by sputterpub

I loved a rubber doll when I was five so fervently that I would bite her head. I always knew the toy was not alive – my passion didn’t harm her, but it bred in me awareness that emotions could … Continue reading →

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Excuses

Posted on January 17, 2020 by sputterpub

For anyone who ever ducked a date by claiming some unwellness or demand you can’t avoid, for those who fabricate a social lie, you’re bound to understand when someone else is doing it to you. He says a flight will … Continue reading →

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To Keep Your Strength Up

Posted on January 15, 2020 by sputterpub

My mother gave me ginger ale to drink when I was sick at home with bellyache. She also served saltines; my mom would think and say I needed sustenance to make the illness go. “You have to keep your strength … Continue reading →

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Animal Brain

Posted on January 13, 2020 by sputterpub

An older friend complained of monkey brain, at breakfast, after shattered sleep one night. I understood; she didn’t need explain the time awake, the way her thoughts would light from cares to frets to worries like a chimp in manic … Continue reading →

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Low Fuel

Posted on January 10, 2020 by sputterpub

I may be running out of things to say. I thought as much two years ago but then, composing twice a week and Saturday, I kept producing rhythm with my pen. I aim to entertain and maybe teach, describing observations … Continue reading →

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Recording

Posted on January 8, 2020 by sputterpub

A dowager is not a matriarch, no matter what you call yourself these days. Subordinate to spouse, we heard your bark but never feared you’d bite us, or amaze us with authority, or guide us right. We always knew, from … Continue reading →

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Sam’s Bad Dream

Posted on January 6, 2020 by sputterpub

I wondered once why infants have bad dreams who haven’t lived enough to learn to fear, and what comprises puppy nightmare themes, and how a kitten monster could appear. And I don’t have an answer, but I know it’s true … Continue reading →

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Revisits

Posted on January 3, 2020 by sputterpub

As I review assorted escapades of youth, of 12, 16, and 21, I clearly see they feature tones and shades of sexual predation. What was done was never charged: too mild then and, too, I thought myself mature and strong … Continue reading →

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Before

Posted on January 1, 2020 by sputterpub

The feelings I remember from my youth were anger and impatience with my lot of noodgy mom, protective dad – in truth, if I’d sufficient freedom, I forgot (and that’s not likely – I recorded notes in poems and diaries … Continue reading →

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Keeping It Simple

Posted on December 30, 2019 by sputterpub

You want it simple? There is no conspiracy. In truth it’s all lies.

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