Author Archives: sputterpub

Rainy Day Errand

Posted on November 27, 2017 by sputterpub

I see a red regatta in the rain – five-pointed leaves deposited in clots on white concrete, that leave a crimson stain: so liquidambar drops a flock of yachts. I see a sea of gulls stake claims to ground that … Continue reading →

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Unintended Consequences

Posted on November 24, 2017 by sputterpub

An unintended consequence produced, collateral to innovation’s wit, is often the resulting wave that’s loosed upon our culture. Inappropriate as rent increases born of residents’ attempts to beautify their neighborhood, the damage no one meant can be immense, irradiating us … Continue reading →

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Body Mod

Posted on November 21, 2017 by sputterpub

My body mod’s invisible, advised and done by docs. Four teeth are rooted in titanium. My lenses are comprised of goods with laboratory origin – I focus at all distances, and see specifics unidentified before. I own a hidden disability … Continue reading →

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No Worries

Posted on November 20, 2017 by sputterpub

I worried so when I was young, I built my frets to threats against all inner peace. While other Jews were specialists at guilt, I nurtured my anxiety’s increase. Now doubtless I’ve surpassed my mother’s skill, envisioning the ways things … Continue reading →

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Break

Posted on October 30, 2017 by sputterpub

I’m taking a break. I need time to adjust to some changes, and space in which to stretch. I’ll be back.

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National Anthem

Posted on October 27, 2017 by sputterpub

When I was young, my father musicked me (by vinyl records and his reel-to-reel) with opera, Broadway tunes and symphony, in folksongs and their singalong appeal, and Souza marches played by Army bands, with jazz and ragtime, blues and their … Continue reading →

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Reunion

Posted on October 26, 2017 by sputterpub

Matriculating 50 years ago, the season of reunion has arrived. I went to two high schools, and so I know too many overall, too few archived to render tender time together now, so I declined attending either drill. But I … Continue reading →

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Neighborhood Shops

Posted on October 25, 2017 by sputterpub

Overheard in the Elmwood area of Berkeley, one October afternoon, as Del’s path crossed that of a middle-aged couple: He (looking at the “Available” sign where Jeremy’s used to be): “Another one gone.” She (with a glance at the storefront … Continue reading →

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Sacred

Posted on October 24, 2017 by sputterpub

Resorting to the dictionary, I was sick of hearing “sacred” used so much. I can’t stop evolution, but I try remembering the roots, to keep in touch with origins. I’m never overnice, but I appreciate syntax and wit. Adoring words, … Continue reading →

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Avicide

Posted on October 23, 2017 by sputterpub

At half past nine this morning, as I sat beside my window, reading news and clues to puzzles, I was startled by the flat concussion of a missile off its cruise: a sparrow struck the pane and fell on deck. … Continue reading →

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