Author Archives: sputterpub

The Egotist’s Complaint

Posted on April 20, 2016 by sputterpub

Charlie and Dana ran into each other in the market on Saturday. They’ve been acquainted for decades and they always have things to say, so they conversed. That’s fine, of course. What bothers me is what each told me afterward. … Continue reading →

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Two-Thirds of a Box of Matzo

Posted on April 19, 2016 by sputterpub

I cut the sugar out 9 months ago. It wasn’t tough. As if I’d had enough, I stopped the nightly treats. And I can’t crow about my will – I didn’t want sweet stuff. I lost 5 pounds, and then … Continue reading →

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Sunday Cancellation

Posted on April 18, 2016 by sputterpub

I hide in borrowed time from now till noon. A scheduled engagement won’t take place, and I’ll renege about our meeting soon but first I’ll dedicate some time to space. An hour and a quarter I shall steal to run … Continue reading →

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Being in Death Valley

Posted on April 15, 2016 by sputterpub

The planet’s skin erupts, arranges rock, and makes escapement for a stellar clock, while we are butterflies against the walls, more fleeting than the desert waterfalls (like birds or lizards darting in this place, we touch the shadows on the … Continue reading →

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Uneven Parallel Bars

Posted on April 14, 2016 by sputterpub

She found him unattractive from the start (not ugly, but so careless he appealed to her in no way that engorged her heart from where it beats behind its ivory shield). She wonders why she let the link advance (is … Continue reading →

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Murder

Posted on April 13, 2016 by sputterpub

Bertilda is furious. That’s an apt adjective; the old woman is mad. She has spent most of her life being angry. She’s in her mid-80s now, regularly misplacing her memory, her cat, and her keys. She could be a model … Continue reading →

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Corvidae

Posted on April 12, 2016 by sputterpub

I didn’t like the crows when they arrived all shiny dashing black and raucous song. It’s clear that here agreed with them – they thrived and didn’t leave, and seem now to belong as much as people, populating trees instead … Continue reading →

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A Nesting Memory

Posted on April 11, 2016 by sputterpub

We meant to camp again the second night the place we slept at first, and to that end we parked and laid our bedding by the light the truck provided, but what we intend and our result seem seldom to … Continue reading →

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Circumference

Posted on April 8, 2016 by sputterpub

What most call arrogance is self esteem, for confidence is easy to mistake. You dwell beyond the boundaries of seem; I separate the genuine and fake. And if it takes a pen to know a cob in special nests where … Continue reading →

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Inadvertent Shiva

Posted on April 7, 2016 by sputterpub

For more than three full days I stayed within the house, from heat and lack of plans, in shade. I didn’t look in mirrors, and the din of unshod feet is all the noise I made. I cleaned the place. … Continue reading →

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