Author Archives: sputterpub

Not Neuro

Posted on August 19, 2019 by sputterpub

Perambulating, sometimes I ignore the views I’m walking through. I organize my errands, screen a daydream, focus more inside than on the scenes before my eyes. Returning to what’s present, I’ve been known to wonder where I’ve wandered. I forgot … Continue reading →

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Love is a Symptom

Posted on August 15, 2019 by sputterpub

With love the subject of the poems and songs, and love the object people crave the most, philosophers assume that love belongs atop the list of human wants. A host of minds agree on that, excluding mine. We know our … Continue reading →

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The Omniscients

Posted on August 13, 2019 by sputterpub

My father was the guru of my youth, responding to my questions patiently. It felt as if he always told the truth – he gave me answers with calm mastery, or helped me understand we haven’t yet. We ranged from … Continue reading →

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Yellow Roses

Posted on August 12, 2019 by sputterpub

Some things I seldom do I did last week. It started Tuesday morning, I believe. I hurt my back with five-pound weights – I speak of that not much or loudly, trying not to grieve about surprises aging throws at … Continue reading →

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Fear of Irony

Posted on August 8, 2019 by sputterpub

I used to know a guy who spoke so well he could have been a new Demosthenes, until his brain misfired – like a spell, he lost his speech in agonized degrees. My children’s dad was always into sound – … Continue reading →

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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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Laddies of the Lake

Posted on July 30, 2019 by sputterpub

At least two years ago, the city paved our street again, at nobody’s request. The company that won the bid behaved as if they knew their work, and no one guessed until they left how poorly they performed – they … Continue reading →

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Fans

Posted on July 29, 2019 by sputterpub

I love two people into watching sports. I can’t assert I understand the draw. Enthusiasm they insist supports their teams – it matters – but I never saw the evidence, and when I’m in the zone (not often or heroic, … Continue reading →

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