Author Archives: sputterpub

The Caliber of Avocado

Posted on September 21, 2016 by sputterpub

There was a family wedding last month. My 35 year old nephew tied the knot with his girlfriend of six years. The bride is 29 and of Thai descent. She grew up in the LA basin, so that’s where we … Continue reading →

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Hiding from Ourselves

Posted on September 20, 2016 by sputterpub

I have a friend who always hates the folks she loves the most. It’s like she can’t maintain affection that won’t chafe; it rubs and pokes her where she’s tender, till it places strain upon relationships that ought to hold. … Continue reading →

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Off White Take Off

Posted on September 19, 2016 by sputterpub

The date is mid September, and it’s white outside, the normal hue for mornings here. We’re chillier than average and we might see rain, but fog’s our a.m. atmosphere all summertime except when we pull heat the Central Valley dried. … Continue reading →

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Sycamores

Posted on September 16, 2016 by sputterpub

I’m looking at the mid-September sun through leaves of sycamore, shot with chartreuse. Proceeding as the day is nearly done, when UV filters haven’t any use, I note the sky is bluer from the wind that twisted lighter leaves and … Continue reading →

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Headline

Posted on September 15, 2016 by sputterpub

I woke before the light today, because the sun is lately tardier to rise, and I know how to read our natural laws, so as I gave the dog her exercise, I measured moisture riding on the air, collected leaves … Continue reading →

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Immediate Nostalgia

Posted on September 14, 2016 by sputterpub

Angie never married. At least twice a year she declares that’s a good thing, supporting her statement by adding that she makes a better girlfriend than spouse. Doug and his wife don’t have children. They raise purebred long-haired dogs. Doug … Continue reading →

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Sexagenaria

Posted on September 13, 2016 by sputterpub

I know it takes some bravery to age, but no one mentioned every sad surprise. So I was steeled to wrinkle, for the stage that features fear of falls, for failing eyes and hearing loss as I grew long in … Continue reading →

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The Latest Complaint

Posted on September 12, 2016 by sputterpub

Four months ago I hurt my finger, when I tried to help a neighbor up who fell. The woman’s old but mean; she flailed and then my pinky twisted and began to swell. Ensuing bruising purpled half my hand, retreating … Continue reading →

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Seasoning

Posted on September 9, 2016 by sputterpub

Today it’s nearly autumn everywhere for Labor Day has passed and school’s begun except near San Francisco where the air is summer warming now we see the sun at dusk and dawn appareled for the beach discarding blanket fog and … Continue reading →

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Body Language

Posted on September 8, 2016 by sputterpub

Like everyone, I’m interested to see if others of my cohort have the clue that played out leads to centered ecstasy, so I keep watching her and him and you. We’re almost elders now but seldom wise. We seem to … Continue reading →

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