Author Archives: sputterpub

Contempt (1 of 3)

Posted on May 5, 2015 by sputterpub

I can’t stand my best friend’s boyfriend. Please don’t look at me that way: I’ve heard all the Psych One ideas. Believe me when I tell you I am not jealous. No way do I want that slob. And I’m … Continue reading →

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On Dedicating Inclusive Housing

Posted on May 4, 2015 by sputterpub

Three moments of eternity shone forth the other day, like stars on moonless nights or glints on glass. I walked and turning north I saw the name I named as if in lights; and then I heard my name in … Continue reading →

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Nestor

Posted on May 1, 2015 by sputterpub

If everything in life’s a type of test, then pass this one and you’ll matriculate. Just let the process shape you to the best edition you progressively create. A problem is a puzzle in disguise, and you can use your … Continue reading →

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Omphalos

Posted on April 30, 2015 by sputterpub

Now why am I so mad again today I’m picking fights with people in my mind? And why do most my mornings start this way? And will I never leave the wrath behind or plumb it clearly till it disappears? … Continue reading →

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Second Skin

Posted on April 29, 2015 by sputterpub

When Callie was in her mid-40s, she was still a Victoria’s Secret customer. She’d started when she was 33 and in love with the man who would be her second husband; he took her to the store and bought her … Continue reading →

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Adultery

Posted on April 28, 2015 by sputterpub

Well as I live and breathe, he vocalized (he gives good phone, and she gives willing ear). He didn’t sound excited or surprised as much as warmly welcoming to hear her alto tones. A pair of weeks had passed with … Continue reading →

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Springing

Posted on April 27, 2015 by sputterpub

The season of awakening is here. The hyacinths are up, magnolias bud in violet to cream, and greens appear a dynasty of tones. The winter mud produces tulip fodder, iris love, and everywhere life stretches toward the sky. The heavens … Continue reading →

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The Child’s New Clothes

Posted on April 24, 2015 by sputterpub

A child may be innocent and pure, with cheek unetched, all possibility, but I detested being one, for sure I had to note the mean conformity, the impotence, the greedy imperfection. The years elapse along with lapsing chance. Assuming power … Continue reading →

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Potiphar’s Wife (End)

Posted on April 23, 2015 by sputterpub

They only did it the one time. Jill told me she didn’t know why I always commented favorably about Mike in bed; she didn’t find him any great shakes. She went on to other guys and I tried not to … Continue reading →

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Potiphar’s Wife (Middle)

Posted on April 22, 2015 by sputterpub

Jill was an excellent house guest. She was helpful and considerate and appreciative. She got along with my husband and she was great with our son. She was also into a nonsexual cycle, so even when she drank (not much, … Continue reading →

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