Author Archives: sputterpub

Bertilda and the Cop

Posted on November 25, 2015 by sputterpub

Anne and I had a little fright this morning. We never get together for coffee at her place, but we were chatting over the fence last night about medical pot, and she told me she had some sort of new … Continue reading →

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Modulation

Posted on November 24, 2015 by sputterpub

I’m sure I’m capable of softer tone, and I can phrase more gently now than then, for strident only works when I’m alone (if ever strident works). I learn again and wonder how much more I have to teach my … Continue reading →

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Grouch

Posted on November 23, 2015 by sputterpub

I passed a man who offered me a pink advertisement for local Asian food, and after I refused, I came to think on my resentful bothered attitude at homemade evidence of enterprise – a flyer rubberbanded to each gate or … Continue reading →

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To Dad, At 3 Score 11

Posted on November 20, 2015 by sputterpub

A child is a selfish little brute, her every thought and feeling ego-framed, imagining she’s other than the fruit of reproduction, parent-caused and -named. And she continues selfish as she grows so even as a parent she’s a kid, who … Continue reading →

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Amphibian

Posted on November 19, 2015 by sputterpub

Exchanging e-mail chapters of my life with narratives of his, I got a shock today – in 14K – he brought his wife into the text at roughly 8 o’clock. Electrons sparked and piqued me to allow he signs as … Continue reading →

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Russ

Posted on November 18, 2015 by sputterpub

There’s a old-fashioned grocery store in my extended neighborhood. It’s so vintage they stock fresh fruit and use cash registers. If you don’t want to pay with cash or a card, they’ll let you sign a tab and they’ll send … Continue reading →

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Question & Answer

Posted on November 17, 2015 by sputterpub

A question begs an answer, or it dies an awkward conversational demise, but all that questions hunt for are replies – if honesty’s the object, they forgot. I somehow missed the evidence my eyes and ears amassed between the ‘hi’s … Continue reading →

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Primer

Posted on November 16, 2015 by sputterpub

See Dick and Jane take Betty for their friend. They introduce themselves and spend a year acquainting with her daily; they intend to know her well enough to be her peer. Now Betty is a person self-contained and balanced in … Continue reading →

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Humphreys Basin

Posted on November 13, 2015 by sputterpub

I’ll summarize 11,000 feet (and more than that, above the ocean’s line), by stating that the air is clean and sweet, the water clear, the wildflowers fine, the granite lichen-spotted, washed and sure, the clouds developing each afternoon, the solitude … Continue reading →

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Store Closure (I Magnin 1994)

Posted on November 12, 2015 by sputterpub

The picture in the paper showed me more than many, waiting on a stormy day to spend their money in a clothing store, where two times ten percent they’ll take away from prices set a hundredfold more high than any … Continue reading →

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