Author Archives: sputterpub

I don’t admire man enough to make my god a man. I really don’t like people very much. I try to reason honestly, as clearly as I can, but can’t imagine deity with touch or ears or nose, or vocal … Continue reading →

I see a line of 14 folks whose flight has been delayed, and every one of them appears resigned and patient: quite all right with change in plans. Each has a stratagem I can’t perceive. It’s San Francisco fog again … Continue reading →

The willow branches comb the lazy stream like fingers trailing off a rowboat’s wale. The tendrils form a bell of shade; they screen our eyes from summer’s unrelenting flail. Upstairs clear plastic covers every seat and corrugated plastic tarps the … Continue reading →

You can’t be perfect, or you would be mine. But then again, my vision may be skewed, and what will be may be in fact more fine than anything I dream. It would be rude if I attempted argument, and … Continue reading →

My parents’ marriage died when I was six, and Mom reports I wasn’t that surprised. They broke what they did not know how to fix, for friendship didn’t prosper when disguised as some momentous mating for all time that neither … Continue reading →

It’s absolutely fun to grin at you, a pure delight to hear you tell a joke or give you one. These little glees are new to me, just like the passions you evoke. I work so much, and rest more … Continue reading →

They say one never knows what one will do until confronted by extremity. In theory I would never, she’d eschew, and you would sooner die than act like he, except events upset our plans so much that we surprise ourselves … Continue reading →

The moon this morning makes a parasol; it blocks the sun with annular eclipse, but we can’t see phenomena at all, with morning overcast that almost drips on us from sky of white and murk of May. So we cannot … Continue reading →