Author Archives: sputterpub

Paint

Edie and Frankie have been BFFs for 50 years. Since college. Among their other traits in common, both like white walls. Or any shade of off-white. They’re colorful characters, unafraid of tint or tone, but each opts for uncolored walls. … Continue reading

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Since

It’s day one twenty since I smoked my last – a quarter year since I vowed now’s enough. And since I met him, nine full months have passed (gestation out-of-body – not too tough). Selections made have brought me to … Continue reading

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Marks

She always wears black cloth to exercise: a sleeveless Tee and pants of cotton knit. She sweats from every bend, and when it dries the signs of salt are quite appropriate. So there’s a chalky circle near complete upon her … Continue reading

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Seeping

My own metabolism’s acting mean – what is this one pound loss a week? A drop of nothing in a bucket. I’m the queen of calories; my chemistry can’t stop. I cherish my obsession with my weight more tenderly than … Continue reading

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My Own

When I begin to make a miracle, I have to fight the urge to pray for strength and use that energy, instead, to pull me to the starting line and walk the length I’ve mapped out for my personal crusade … Continue reading

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Lego Community

When Molly was young, she used Legos with her brothers. They constructed tidy villages or irrational towers out of the colored plastic bricks. This was in the olden days, before all the kits and specialized pieces. Before mini-figures. Now she … Continue reading

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Strategic Love

I didn’t love him then, and I don’t yet, for I am so protective and resolved that I’ll be warm as love, but I won’t let my selfish heart be suitably involved. “You never love your lover,” says my friend, … Continue reading

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Trolling

Within a recessed niche, inside a cave along a waterway, beneath a hill, abides a creature ugly, lonely, brave, whose job is guardian. His monster will is focused like a laser beam, refined on treasure mined for me with my … Continue reading

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Third

A pair of days have passed since I began, and they are not behind me, but within. I ventured with a purpose and a plan and not to keep the parts would be a sin against my energy, a weakness … Continue reading

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Hydrometer

They say the rain has stopped; I don’t agree. For though the drops don’t fall today from high, there’s water in the air surrounding me and fog fills up the space from ground to sky. As if the earth can’t … Continue reading

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