Author Archives: sputterpub

Exhortation

Posted on May 19, 2017 by sputterpub

Desert the bay for desert solitude. Forsake for sand asphalt security. Give up the bath and smile on the crude appliances of camping purity. Adjust the pack and venture on a trail that’s never felt the surface of a wheel. … Continue reading →

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Design

Posted on May 18, 2017 by sputterpub

Redundancy’s a benefit in smart design, along with sensors and alerts. And symmetry’s a necessary part, aesthetically and practically. Then hurts are not catastrophes. Malfunctions do occur, but engineering kept in mind the likely fails and rarer problems too, so … Continue reading →

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About Jack

Posted on May 17, 2017 by sputterpub

“I’m sorry about all the grandma drama.” “Huh?” “You know. The tension between your mother and Joy.” “I didn’t particularly notice, Dad. Other than the time Joy hauled you inside lest your salad get cold.” “Uh huh. That’s what I … Continue reading →

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Ozymandias

Posted on May 16, 2017 by sputterpub

A man who savored every slide of life, and valued his possessions neatly kept, was married to an all-disposing wife who gratified herself, the while he slept, by fantasizing what she’d throw away if she had rein to sweep the … Continue reading →

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Mid-Afternoon Lull

Posted on May 15, 2017 by sputterpub

I need the sun today or I will drowse all afternoon – some times are like that when you get mature. I’ll lose it if I browse the Internet, or even play ten-ten; if I don’t move around I’ll fall … Continue reading →

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Irregretful

Posted on May 12, 2017 by sputterpub

The medicos have not been good for me. In general I’ve had less help than pain from doctors, nurses, techs and pharmacy, but every now and then the docs explain a situation, show a stretch or teach, and then I … Continue reading →

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Polyandry

Posted on May 11, 2017 by sputterpub

I caught the image of the perfect man for me: a coded version of a dream, expressing fancy more than any plan my cohorts call improbably extreme. For I imagine me and C entwined, with M available and E involved, … Continue reading →

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Mrs Miller

Posted on May 10, 2017 by sputterpub

I love stories. I think everyone does. Folks see life as a collection of narratives. Even so, I’ve experienced evidence that I’m more into them than most. Like when I took the post-graduate seminar in early lit, and consumed the … Continue reading →

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Finity

Posted on May 9, 2017 by sputterpub

I used to wear high heels to work most days – they made my legs look best, and I could stride impressively on streets and walks. I’d gaze at my reflected posture full of pride. But that was then; my … Continue reading →

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Patient Progress

Posted on May 8, 2017 by sputterpub

My belly is a pouch of ripply fat that hangs apart whenever I prepare to touch the floor, and on my lap it sat last night when I relaxed within my chair. My buttocks have an action all their own. … Continue reading →

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