Author Archives: sputterpub

M.O.M. (1 of 3)

Posted on May 19, 2015 by sputterpub

Merle makes a big deal about everyone’s name but her own. She finds significance in Oz, she lectures on Lazlo, she validates Vyvyan. But she never tells her full name if she can avoid it, and she always says that … Continue reading →

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Discord

Posted on May 18, 2015 by sputterpub

The smoke is laminating through the air in horizontal zones of grayish white that sting my eyes and dry my throat and tear to streaks the softness of the evening light. The music thrums like weapons in my ears. Competing … Continue reading →

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Antithesis

Posted on May 15, 2015 by sputterpub

Nutrition, shelter, offspring: these propel us all, we know, for so the experts speak. Now some add altered consciousness, and tell us getting high’s another goal we seek. But are these all? Are we that simply framed and limited, by … Continue reading →

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BFF Psychopathy (End)

Posted on May 14, 2015 by sputterpub

I can use the shower as an illustration. The only daughter of one of our college friends is engaged to be married. Isabella is 33. Her mother Joan is a sweet woman. True she sometimes drives me nuts with all … Continue reading →

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BFF Psychopathy (Middle)

Posted on May 13, 2015 by sputterpub

Molly has told me that she never really believes that other people feel the way she does. She says she’s single now for the simple reason that she can tolerate loneliness better than boredom. She doesn’t seem to understand why … Continue reading →

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BFF Psychopathy (Beginning)

Posted on May 12, 2015 by sputterpub

Molly used to worry about her son. He was a behavior problem from the age of three. They were referred to child psychologists when he was in pre-school, and she has written reports predicting that he’d never make it through … Continue reading →

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Cosmojecture

Posted on May 11, 2015 by sputterpub

The Talmud’s name for God appears to be the fragment “Holy One, blesséd be He.” And though the phrase was not in English made, and by translation casts a flimsy shade, the “blesséd” intimates an agency that showers favor on … Continue reading →

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Sights

Posted on May 8, 2015 by sputterpub

A purple petal hanging from a strand of spider web, between a branch and ground, appears suspended, managed by a hand nobody sees: confetti small and round. And stacked atop a station garbage can, a homeless monitor and CPU with … Continue reading →

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Contempt (3 of 3)

Posted on May 7, 2015 by sputterpub

Seriously, I dislike my best friend’s husband. Yes, another four months have passed, and we’ve been through the shower, the rehearsal dinner, and the actual ceremony. A week ago Jane became Mrs. Jerry, and I still don’t get it. I … Continue reading →

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Contempt (2 of 3)

Posted on May 6, 2015 by sputterpub

Put another way, I loathe my best friend’s fiancé. It’s been three and a half months since I started this rant; Jane and Jerry are now engaged. They announced their plans to me over a fancy dinner last weekend. I … Continue reading →

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