Author Archives: sputterpub

Stickiness

Posted on August 27, 2015 by sputterpub

Arrested in the spider’s sticky strings, a butterfly appeared suspended where the web was hung; she worked her fairy wings of gold and black against the autumn air like eyelids blinking in a sudden light. But sails of vibrant dust … Continue reading →

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Penny

Posted on August 26, 2015 by sputterpub

Her parents had no clue how inappropriate it was to name her Penelope. It was her mother’s idea, because she liked the sound, and her father agreed. At first they called her their little Pen, then Penny-pen and even Penny … Continue reading →

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Writing Project

Posted on August 25, 2015 by sputterpub

If I, for fifteen minutes every day, assign myself to write a bit of prose, I think I’ll find I have some things to say, for doing leads to noting. I’ll compose a quarter hour worth of text a night, … Continue reading →

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Colors

Posted on August 24, 2015 by sputterpub

The color leaves of sycamore become before they fall – the hue of wild grass that dries to hay beneath the August sun – these tones describe my dog. From coal to brass her aging coat now whitens at her … Continue reading →

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Mattress Time

Posted on August 22, 2015 by sputterpub

It’s mattress time again – the season when the sidewalks draw the sleeping pads outside. As if attractive law induces men to harken to some kind of pavement tide, they must assist their mattresses to move, to rest on edge … Continue reading →

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Polymath

Posted on August 21, 2015 by sputterpub

I used to read voraciously, and all of it was fictional, but lately I’m attracted to the study of the small details of hormones, and the marks of time on islands, and the history of thought. I don’t know what’s … Continue reading →

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A Mess of Feathers

Posted on August 20, 2015 by sputterpub

An existential deposition took eleven heavy hours out of us. We gave a close and surrealistic look at three complaints, and saw them for the fuss they were. A mess of feathers in the air are all the albatross has … Continue reading →

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The Deposition

Posted on August 19, 2015 by sputterpub

“No Exit” neon-signaled through a wall of glass a dozen floors above the ground. And we in that glass conference room were all like passengers within a lifeboat, bound upon a sea of stress to any berth, intense around our … Continue reading →

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Impressions of a Deposition

Posted on August 18, 2015 by sputterpub

For 16 months I sensed the pendant sword above my head, and felt the weight of stone around my neck compress my collar bone, so though I know the lawyers there were bored, and plaintiff tension couldn’t be ignored, still … Continue reading →

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Water

Posted on August 17, 2015 by sputterpub

I joke about how boring water is. My father says his father bade him think how many nasty things are done by fish in it, and try to choose a different drink. My mother didn’t serve it with our meal … Continue reading →

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