Author Archives: sputterpub

A gray-striped cat meows at me outside a garish blue-and-orange stucco house. She makes me wonder why she is described as gray, who mixes ebony and mouse in feline hair as soft as rabbit fur. I run my fingers down … Continue reading →

From out that ever tighter liquid nest the fetus learns the shock of life apart: A single human separate from the rest, no longer tuning to her mother’s heart. That neonatal ego screams in clear. The pain she feels she … Continue reading →

The misdirected sprinkler fills the cracks that split the sidewalk into matching squares. Its trickle inexorable attacks and courses slowly, building water stairs. I see it push through gutters to a drain; it bulges sluggish sweeping leaves ahead. Like raindrops … Continue reading →

Amassing observations like a spy with all the world around me for my field, I feed my open ear and searching eye with life’s incessant action: make it yield to me varieties that I can sing, and give to me … Continue reading →

“I do,” replies the bride, her fingers laced beneath her circular bouquet. “I will,” she promises with smooth perfected face that shows to all but him her surgeon’s skill. And he who had to have this vowing rite, whose will … Continue reading →

Like crenellated parapets, or teeth in classic jack-o-lantern mouth, the gears are alternating squares. They skirt a wreath of metal round a rod that disappears to drive an engine with efficiency. Enmeshed to push and disengaged to change, you clutch … Continue reading →

Distracted by synthetic opiate, my hands abuzz, my brain in cozy swirl, I walk a focused mile and forget to look around. Oh I’m a murky girl today – I have too little I must do. So I allow these … Continue reading →