Author Archives: sputterpub

Writers’ Conference

Posted on January 6, 2016 by sputterpub

We were an odd assortment of semi-competent writers, and we performed variously at the conference. But we all agreed that it was a terrific experience: to be consumed with narrative for three straight days, with no distractions or interruptions. Our … Continue reading →

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Forgettable Moments

Posted on January 5, 2016 by sputterpub

I thought a story had to have a plot – I jotted sex or drugs disturbing peace, but had to crank it up cause I forgot sensation is like porn; it needs increase. So character development was next, but that … Continue reading →

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Upside Down Day

Posted on January 4, 2016 by sputterpub

Deliberately I took the things I like to do and yesterday I broke routine. I didn’t ride the stationary bike. I shampooed after all my skin was clean. I walked a way I’ve never gone before and purchased painted furniture … Continue reading →

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One/One

Posted on January 1, 2016 by sputterpub

It’s January first again, and moist from rain last night and mist that kisses hills. Ten hours since we sat and sipped and voiced a quiet happy new one – sleepy thrills that made a fitting end to that old … Continue reading →

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One New Year’s Eve

Posted on December 31, 2015 by sputterpub

I browsed through a Writer’s Idea book and saw its suggestion about describing my most memorable New Year’s Eve. I scanned my memory and couldn’t come up with a better one than the train trip to Disneyland. That was probably … Continue reading →

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Hophead

Posted on December 30, 2015 by sputterpub

I’m any way but negative, as long as I can smoke the herb my brother bought for me. Let winter threaten; now I’m strong within philosophy my father taught when I was young enough to read with him, when I … Continue reading →

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Lullaby

Posted on December 29, 2015 by sputterpub

I wish I were as ready now for sleep as I’ll be longingly in 7 hours. The seeker’s climb to Morpheus is steep, but falling off’s so effortless that powers are obstructive wastes of energy. I’ll swaddle in a waking … Continue reading →

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Transmutation

Posted on December 28, 2015 by sputterpub

The mill stone turns and grinds to powder grain the meadows wore a harvest month ago. The cloud condenses drops to send us rain our reservoirs collect and then let flow. There comes a winter-boding Saturday when I combine the … Continue reading →

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Xmas

Posted on December 25, 2015 by sputterpub

Xmas Passed I don’t know how I could have penned a word the last four days, for then I had no time away from him and them. I never heard the silence in my head that finds a rhyme and … Continue reading →

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Boxing Day

Posted on December 24, 2015 by sputterpub

On Boxing Day, when I was 45, I walked to BART in arid winter cold, considering requirements to thrive, enumerating what could be controlled. I saw a piece of broken crutch, a bit that someone tossed where only bushes catch. … Continue reading →

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