Author Archives: sputterpub

Forestory

Posted on December 23, 2015 by sputterpub

Things have risen or sunk to a crazy level in the neighborhood. We’re beset by cops and counselors. Carol is beside herself with psychological concern about her teenage pyromaniac son, and her husband John isn’t much calmer. My friend Anne … Continue reading →

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Elevation

Posted on December 22, 2015 by sputterpub

Is this relief I feel at feeling great? Or satisfaction after exercise? For here’s the pressured holiday I hate that never gave me any good surprise, and only yesterday I bore a load of office work, domestic chores, and pain … Continue reading →

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Thinking Outside the Icebox

Posted on December 21, 2015 by sputterpub

The raindrops cling to spider limbs of trees like diamond pussy willows upside down. The heavens glower heavy in the east while western light is mounting, but the frowns the folks exhibit as they drive in storm will never find … Continue reading →

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Friday Morning Before Xmas

Posted on December 18, 2015 by sputterpub

I wandered musing in the morning rain, my fantasies afloat above my head, on automatic pilot to the train that pulls me to the office from my bed. The drizzle ticked a patter on the black umbrella roofing me with … Continue reading →

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Tease

Posted on December 17, 2015 by sputterpub

The liquidambar leaves are sidewalk sails that float immobile on the wet concrete. The ginkgo leaves replace their green with trails and lakes of yellow on the winter street. The raindrops hang like crystal chandeliers from leafless branches stretched against … Continue reading →

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Another Bertilda Sighting

Posted on December 16, 2015 by sputterpub

I haven’t mentioned the neighbors on the other side of Anne. That’s probably because Ken and Jill are quiet, and normal, and not noteworthy. They live in a medium-sized house on the north side of the three-unit condo arrangement that … Continue reading →

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Mid Day

Posted on December 15, 2015 by sputterpub

Eleven thirty, and I’ve done enough so far today to take a break deserved. Four hours straight I’ve spent in doing stuff for others more than me, and so much curved our path beneath the winter morning sun that I … Continue reading →

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Cold Brew

Posted on December 14, 2015 by sputterpub

Is there a tonic quicker than the cold upon my face, while leather warms my hands and walking feet? The morning air is bold as crystal, sharp and clean, and it commands brisk attitude from what was weary me. It … Continue reading →

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Waikiki

Posted on December 11, 2015 by sputterpub

Transitioning today to Waikiki, we ready for the traffic and the crowd that gathers at the Cheesecake Factory, the flares of tiki torches, and the loud and bass-less music rising from the bars that perforates the beach like scattershot, the … Continue reading →

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Alone Unlonely

Posted on December 10, 2015 by sputterpub

Our three-day stay includes a rental car, and we have driven south of here and east. The island’s small enough we can’t go far, but we’ve explored aquaria, increased our height from level sea to see a star observatory – … Continue reading →

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