Author Archives: sputterpub

Negatives

I was raised by a negative woman. I didn’t like it. I didn’t like her. I fought her tendency all my life. But of course I imbibed some of it. I was her oldest child and only daughter. I see … Continue reading →

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Aura Floss #2 (Breakout Session)

The leader Lois dug herself a pit, inverted it to set herself on top, and laid a condescension line from it to twitching auditors. I wish she’d stop instructing, take a seat and look around. I’m almost moved to help … Continue reading →

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Aura Floss #1

This job requires someone who can speak effectively, with openness and sense. The organizers of the program seek a soul attractive, for intelligence is not enough; charisma’s needed too. Ability to take correction must be present, and no arrogance will … Continue reading →

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My Favorite Monster

I thought I knew, a thousand days ago, the secret to the wisdom of my age. But I let go the clue where I don’t know and now I find myself within a maze. I need to pause and recollect … Continue reading →

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Spa

The port side of her chin has got a crease as if impressed by linen on her skin, but it’s instead a mark of years, a piece of lost elastic collagen within. And yet that visage hosts a blemish too: … Continue reading →

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Paint

Edie and Frankie have been BFFs for 50 years. Since college. Among their other traits in common, both like white walls. Or any shade of off-white. They’re colorful characters, unafraid of tint or tone, but each opts for uncolored walls. … Continue reading →

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Since

It’s day one twenty since I smoked my last – a quarter year since I vowed now’s enough. And since I met him, nine full months have passed (gestation out-of-body – not too tough). Selections made have brought me to … Continue reading →

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Marks

She always wears black cloth to exercise: a sleeveless Tee and pants of cotton knit. She sweats from every bend, and when it dries the signs of salt are quite appropriate. So there’s a chalky circle near complete upon her … Continue reading →

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Seeping

My own metabolism’s acting mean – what is this one pound loss a week? A drop of nothing in a bucket. I’m the queen of calories; my chemistry can’t stop. I cherish my obsession with my weight more tenderly than … Continue reading →

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My Own

When I begin to make a miracle, I have to fight the urge to pray for strength and use that energy, instead, to pull me to the starting line and walk the length I’ve mapped out for my personal crusade … Continue reading →

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