Author Archives: sputterpub

New Law (a Forepoem)

Posted on November 22, 2016 by sputterpub

I’m glad this shit is legalized, because I’m old and it’s too pungent now to hide. I formed a habit of not flaunting laws I break, when I was young and terrified. I outgrew paranoia with bad dreams and though … Continue reading →

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Sunday

Posted on November 21, 2016 by sputterpub

I know I’m not a workaholic, now I’ve stopped the daily office job. I see instead the lists and multi-tasks were how I managed the responsibility my choosing work and husbands, children too, imposed upon the time I thought I’d … Continue reading →

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November Trees

Posted on November 18, 2016 by sputterpub

A glancing westward in the morning light of crispy mid-November finds a tree: a loose-leafed skeleton of branch, a sight of hibernating winter fantasy. Its bony limbs are lace against the white horizon built of fog upon the sea, and … Continue reading →

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Saws

Posted on November 17, 2016 by sputterpub

If something’s said enough, there’s got to be at least a grain of truth in it. And when you’re doing time with kids, it’s quality that counts more than the hours you expend. Now that’s a pair of lies our … Continue reading →

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Plot Line

Posted on November 16, 2016 by sputterpub

Janet and Bill Martinson hail from somewhere near Casper, Wyoming. I suspect they got those scholarships to Harvard because there wasn’t much competition from their little state. Neither of them ever struck me as brilliant. They’re not both Martinsons any … Continue reading →

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Comments

Posted on November 15, 2016 by sputterpub

A week ago I flew home with a cold. The next day I sat down for the result from voters who apparently mistold the pollsters. Now I’m witnessing tumult and rampant fear. My Sapphic friends are freaked; the adult kids … Continue reading →

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True New Crew?

Posted on November 14, 2016 by sputterpub

Three times I’ve joined a writers’ group before. It wasn’t my idea, but I agreed to weekly prose “assignments” or the more expansive task of trying what I need or want to work on. But my colleagues stuck to feminine … Continue reading →

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If Only

Posted on November 11, 2016 by sputterpub

I had a strong suspicion I’d succeed. I knew I’d be discovered by the time I hit my 50s. I thought all I’d need to do is make great prose and better rhyme. But I forgot to publicize my stuff. … Continue reading →

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From the Gecko

Posted on November 10, 2016 by sputterpub

My natural point-of-view, when crafting prose, is somewhat like a fly upon the wall inside a place where characters I chose are interacting normally with all the room’s inhabitants. I seek no big catastrophe or comic interlude – I want … Continue reading →

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Who’s Your Mama?

Posted on November 9, 2016 by sputterpub

My friend Meg had an awesome mom. Hildy was the only mother I knew of whom I approved. And I approved of her so much I wanted her for myself. I would have shared her with her own kids. I … Continue reading →

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