Author Archives: sputterpub

My husband used the word velocitized: the way a passenger is lulled to doze. The driver is awake, with focused eyes, attentive ears, no senses in repose. It seems the pilot has to be in gear along with the machine … Continue reading →

As sweet as infant laughter is, the scream of little kid frustration agitates the afternoon and undermines the dream of harmony that kinship incubates. They’re harsh and selfish little guys, but cute as cherubim. Their heads are big, their arms … Continue reading →

The children look too much like him for me to ever doubt their shared paternity (as if I could! I paid attention then to all my copulations with the men). But here’s a rub I didn’t contemplate when I at … Continue reading →

I should be in my study as I start a poem about a bookcase dear to me. But while I write I travel south on BART, and arrow west to the vicinity of office furniture: pale gray, matte black, veneers … Continue reading →

Perhaps I’ll integrate my heart and head. Shall I attempt consolidation, just the way my fingers interweave at rest, or like I used to braid my daughter’s hair? Or this: incorporate my soul instead – encourage it to excavate my … Continue reading →