Author Archives: sputterpub

Glare & Blare

Posted on May 5, 2017 by sputterpub

Some time ago, the moon eclipsed the sun in part, and we were cautioned all along that we must screen our eyes unless we’d run a blinding risk. Now doesn’t it seem wrong (or strange at least) that though we’re … Continue reading →

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In the Wake of the Wisteria

Posted on May 4, 2017 by sputterpub

Wisteria I’ve valued for as long as I’ve lived with this yard, delighting me in purple blooms and summer leaves on strong tenacious limbs that climbed to canopy my trellis, strewing on the ground below its petals, pods and foliage … Continue reading →

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Another Path

Posted on May 3, 2017 by sputterpub

Isabel has been trying to imagine what her life would have been like if she hadn’t divorced Jack. They were a year out of college when they married. It was 1972, the venue was Fairfax, in Marin County, and the … Continue reading →

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Accessories Before Dispensaries

Posted on May 2, 2017 by sputterpub

(20th Century History) I self-assigned a poem and chose a form that makes the work a contest for my brain. I need fourteen to constitute a quorum, and they must dance and sing in fit refrain. So here’s a sonnet … Continue reading →

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Metering Mama

Posted on May 1, 2017 by sputterpub

I get it that Mama is building a myth – accordingly I’m being shushed. Her hand up between us, she glares at me with her hateful impatience. I’m crushed, as if I were younger than 60 years old, but I’m … Continue reading →

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Elementals

Posted on April 28, 2017 by sputterpub

My husband dried to desert when we broke the marriage up, who’d been a fertile ground when we began. His anger turned to smoke within; a storm of dust was all I found. My lover seemed a dynamo who met … Continue reading →

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Past Life

Posted on April 27, 2017 by sputterpub

I may have made you up although you live without my leave, for I remember you before we met. Impossible? Forgive my warm presumption, but perhaps it’s true that we have known each other all along. For only that can … Continue reading →

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Conditions

Posted on April 26, 2017 by sputterpub

With regard to Isabel’s marital commitment, the third time was the charm. She wasn’t serious the first time, and Jack understood. They were in love: yes. They wanted to live together: absolutely. But it was 1972, and Berkeley; neither they … Continue reading →

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Twice Removed

Posted on April 25, 2017 by sputterpub

On Saturday she drove an hour to meet an ex’s niece’s gathering of friends, and parking her Toyota on some street, she socialized until the natural end arrived, and shower guests arose to go, but she forgot where she had … Continue reading →

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Musca Moribunda

Posted on April 24, 2017 by sputterpub

The trellis will be sieged in hungry bees in 18 days or so, and by late May I’ll hear the whine mosquitos make, that wheeze of wings that keeps me tense and sleep at bay. Some months ahead come spiders … Continue reading →

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