Author Archives: sputterpub

Murder

Bertilda is furious. That’s an apt adjective; the old woman is mad. She has spent most of her life being angry. She’s in her mid-80s now, regularly misplacing her memory, her cat, and her keys. She could be a model … Continue reading

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Corvidae

I didn’t like the crows when they arrived all shiny dashing black and raucous song. It’s clear that here agreed with them – they thrived and didn’t leave, and seem now to belong as much as people, populating trees instead … Continue reading

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A Nesting Memory

We meant to camp again the second night the place we slept at first, and to that end we parked and laid our bedding by the light the truck provided, but what we intend and our result seem seldom to … Continue reading

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Circumference

What most call arrogance is self esteem, for confidence is easy to mistake. You dwell beyond the boundaries of seem; I separate the genuine and fake. And if it takes a pen to know a cob in special nests where … Continue reading

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Inadvertent Shiva

For more than three full days I stayed within the house, from heat and lack of plans, in shade. I didn’t look in mirrors, and the din of unshod feet is all the noise I made. I cleaned the place. … Continue reading

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What’s Love Got To Do With It?

They were taking a walk, as usual. William and Angie walked whenever they were together. Often they had her dog with them, pulling on the leash even though the retriever was seven now and old enough to behave, but on … Continue reading

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Insectance

A week ago the lazy flies appeared as if there were a carcass in the yard, but now I know they show up every year: obnoxious ugliness, but never hard to kill – a catalog can do the job, or … Continue reading

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Murder Mystery

I’m not an ornithologist – I’ve friends who study birds with telescopic glee, but wings instead of hands won’t serve my ends, and caged bird eyes are freaked and panicky. I certainly appreciate their kind. I like the hawk and … Continue reading

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Renaissance

My garden sparkles in the morning light, with forty shades of green amid the blues, the pinks, the purples, yellows: every height of bush in bloom in all the rainbow hues. Now lilies with the dahlias congregate, and nod at … Continue reading

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Personal

A nearly single male of 48 who’s self-employed, caucasian, tall and fit, desires to convert his lonely state to something warmer and more intimate. I like to eat and drink and be outside, and smoking doesn’t bother me too much. … Continue reading

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