Author Archives: sputterpub

Sensible

Anticipating missing plumbing, bed, the food my fussy appetite demands, I went to earth reluctantly. Instead of rough conditions, I had calmer hands, more restful sleep, a better moving gut, than what I am accustomed to at home. I ate … Continue reading →

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Tripping

Uncertain about toilets, sleeping rough, the river work, the weather, and the wet, I valued sibling benefits enough to purchase neoprene and risk regret. We rafted down a canyon fifty miles, engorged in desert, walled in stone and glass. We … Continue reading →

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Five Days

Five days away from Internet and phone exceeded expectation. We fifteen had solitude where no one was alone except for shitting minutes. In between the rafting, we conversed or dined or slept without alarms or heartburn. Global news could not … Continue reading →

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No Question

A human life’s too short to comprehend the purpose of existence. What we see is just a slice of time and space. The end defies our wisdom like infinity. We needn’t solve the question to survive to reproduce our traits … Continue reading →

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DMV

I don’t possess a car. I seldom drive, but I renewed my license even though I’ve no intent to use it – I survive enjoying walking mostly where I go. But DMV said all they’d need to see is how … Continue reading →

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Hard of Hearing

“What do you want from life?” she asked. He said “To live with you, smoke ganja every day, and dance in sunlight naked.” But instead of simple listening, she found a way to make his words motif and metaphor that … Continue reading →

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Presence

I held my sense in fairly high esteem when I was 21. I thought I knew myself and him, for I distinguished seem from is and ought. If anything, I grew indignant when I felt I wasn’t heard. I needed … Continue reading →

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The Interrupters

My fingertips feel odd sometimes. They’re cold I note they weren’t so before, or numb when I sleep cheek-compressed – the way I hold them tightly there – or weakened in the thumb. My hands have lost all fat, and … Continue reading →

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At Play

Incessant runs of solitaire I’ve played for pleasure and unburdening my mind. When I was young, I shuffled cards and made a pattern on my table – I’d unwind as colors intermeshed, and I would deal the game repeatedly. Computers … Continue reading →

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Tropes

My brother moved his office from SF to Oakland – he reiterates the claim that he appreciates the jewel he left more now. But I know him – his words are lame. My sister says she’s into family because she … Continue reading →

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