Author Archives: sputterpub

El

Posted on July 13, 2016 by sputterpub

She prides herself on a good memory. El thinks she was naturally endowed, but that’s no cause for pride. She can’t understand people who brag about 20/20 vision, or cavity-resistant teeth, or double-jointedness, or a high IQ. As far as … Continue reading →

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Opal Moon in Capricorn, Opal Rock in Hand

Posted on July 12, 2016 by sputterpub

The moonlight rides the evening like a boat on pearly fog, across the atmosphere, its perfect circle harnessed to a goat, its glow diffuse and fuzzy as cashmere. The rock I hold invites my hand to form a pregnant fist, … Continue reading →

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Mismarriage

Posted on July 11, 2016 by sputterpub

I lived my young adulthood as a wife, and though my purpose isn’t to disparage, I look upon that portion of my life and can’t perceive much benefit to marriage. For now that I’ve a schedule all my own of … Continue reading →

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Abscession

Posted on July 8, 2016 by sputterpub

Again in memory I wear my robe of painted silk, and you lie underneath, your body both a cushion and a probe for mine, your skin engaged between my teeth. Your errant flesh remembers me; you feel insistent as my … Continue reading →

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Invoicing

Posted on July 7, 2016 by sputterpub

A capital proposal – we could bill them more who stalled, ignored or never sent us data; surcharge blamers for their ill behavior; let the way our time is spent assign the dollar rate we multiply. And what’s the charge … Continue reading →

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Delightenment

Posted on July 6, 2016 by sputterpub

We had two power outages last week. That’s always inconvenient: like jury duty or a head cold. Even though it was still light out, I was impressed by how dependent I am on electricity. Especially when playoffs are being televised… … Continue reading →

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Doctor R

Posted on July 5, 2016 by sputterpub

I hate to wait in doctor waiting rooms. I seldom meet a doctor I respect. The act of even calling one consumes my inner peace with angst, attacks and wrecks my calm, converts me to a phobic mess and makes … Continue reading →

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Plaintive Plan

Posted on July 4, 2016 by sputterpub

We seldom sleep as deeply now at night; we’re half-awake each time we shift in bed. And so we like to slumber in the light of 3 p.m., and after sunset’s red has dimmed, we sudden-snooze on couch or chair. … Continue reading →

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Relocation

Posted on July 1, 2016 by sputterpub

I never lived there long enough to trust it to be home; my memories are bright and pointless arrows littered in the rust that perforates a rooftop gone to blight. What I intended moves were really stays in houses built … Continue reading →

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Rehearsal

Posted on June 30, 2016 by sputterpub

The fantasies are fused and focused now. Romantic dreams are cast and fast-portrayed without restraint. A day will teach me how to play the rest, or let the memory fade. We had our time and mattered at the end. I … Continue reading →

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