Author Archives: sputterpub

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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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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