Author Archives: sputterpub

Ice

Posted on December 13, 2018 by sputterpub

In love with ice although it makes him choke, he asks for cups and settles for three cubes. He’s weeks away from swallowing – his stroke disabled signals, plumbed his face with tubes, and swept him out of balance, off … Continue reading →

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It Takes Two

Posted on December 11, 2018 by sputterpub

Don’t self-describe with “I’m the sort of person who …” No one is a sort.

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Good Neighbors

Posted on December 10, 2018 by sputterpub

Two skunks made babies in my yard last week, assuming that was reproductive sex: two poufs of jet bisected by a streak of white elongating their backs and necks. That’s two months early, says the Internet. Their mating season doesn’t … Continue reading →

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A Bus Gap

Posted on December 6, 2018 by sputterpub

I fell into a bus hole yesterday. Conveyances that should have stopped near me six times an hour suffered some delay (although the suffering appeared to be confined to would-be passengers instead of buses, drivers, transit employees). I had a … Continue reading →

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The Last Persimmon

Posted on December 4, 2018 by sputterpub

My neighbor planned and planted our shared yard, then moved away before she could observe the fruits of cultivation. I regard the lemon tree containers and the curve of apple branches, and the graceful lines persimmon limbs display against the … Continue reading →

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Omen(ish)

Posted on December 3, 2018 by sputterpub

I booked the flight at least a month before November fires blanketed the state. In miles from my bed, 534 is measured if a crow is flying straight, but climate differs more than by degrees; here’s autumn color, air that … Continue reading →

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Care

Posted on November 29, 2018 by sputterpub

I love the kids — I really do — and yet they’re easier to handle after weed. I raised mine but I managed to forget that dealing with monotony makes need for any substance that will alter mood without conveying … Continue reading →

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Aptitude

Posted on November 15, 2018 by sputterpub

I always thought I’d write a book or four. Of course they’d be the type I like to read, with characters I care about, and sure development of plots at proper speed. I figured it a matter of mere time … Continue reading →

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Aviary

Posted on November 13, 2018 by sputterpub

A sparrow flew into my room last week. The doors were open and the weather mild. The creature panicked – flailing wings and beak against three window panes, freaked out and wild, till finally it managed to exit – in … Continue reading →

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Three Middle Days

Posted on November 12, 2018 by sputterpub

My sojourn was symmetrical – 10 days, with 3 midway devoted to full rest. I sank my homing talons in a ways, and drew renewal from my private nest. I sat, I thought, I showered and I read. I dallied … Continue reading →

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