Author Archives: sputterpub

My childhood occurred when I was small, and left a large impression on my soul. A paltry twenty years it ran, but all its weeks survive in me. My self-control my parents held as if they were trustees, accusing me … Continue reading →

I sometimes think, when clients try to cow me into doing what they have in mind, or when a costumed person tells me how I must proceed with forms or humankind, or when attempts are made to guide my course … Continue reading →

For years I’ve wondered how the girl appeared who lives within my friend: her freckled face so white and broad, her laugh so quick and weird, her hair so thin, her lips so thick, the space between her teeth so … Continue reading →

I gave myself a gift of time a week ago today. I used to start to rise at 7 but I set the clock to squeak at ten past 6. I opened ready eyes to earlier and opened mind to … Continue reading →

No sooner do I pass the Barking Man in stilted walk but silent for a change, with darting downward glances, gray and tan unlovable, than Helmet Head’s in range before me, hauling at his corduroys too low, his pace too … Continue reading →

Imagining our meeting a cartoon, with us embracing at my house again, you standing travel-weary, driver’s swoon upon your doting face… You’re all the men I ever wanted hands upon my skin, your tired head inside my rayon shirt, your … Continue reading →

This modern chair, its mocha leather cracked and pale from sixteen years’ benign neglect, supports four decorator pillows stacked upon a nightgown sleeveless, oval-necked. The creamy cotton rumples on the chair, its shadowed drapery as smooth as milk. Magenta, silver, … Continue reading →

You say it can’t exclusively be sex we write about – you give those words to me above a flood of big X little x between our sheets of toned typography. But I inside reply to you: why not? Impressed … Continue reading →