Author Archives: sputterpub

Complainatorial

Posted on March 11, 2015 by sputterpub

I know I sometimes sound bitter, but that’s not it. In fact, I think negative emotions are a waste of time, and I don’t voluntarily indulge in them. I’m not bitter. But I’m also not forgetful. I have an excellent … Continue reading →

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Timing

Posted on March 10, 2015 by sputterpub

Now I have things to say to you That I don’t think you want to hear. I plan to voice them anyway But not today, my dear. You cherish thoughts I want to know, Opinions stark and feelings sheer, But … Continue reading →

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How To

Posted on March 9, 2015 by sputterpub

The caliber of poetry and song I hear is woefully inadequate. The writers wedge in words that don’t belong, or clashing sense, or syllables unfit for rhythm or so tritely overused they only reinforce cliches. I flinch when I attend … Continue reading →

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Observing

Posted on March 6, 2015 by sputterpub

Each petal of wisteria appears a miniature orchid, scaling white through lavender to purple. Lavalieres of lacy petals dangle in the light: spangled pixies on the new chartreuse of leaves unfurling. Underneath that berth a clutch of irises, like Ws … Continue reading →

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Rude

Posted on March 5, 2015 by sputterpub

Her fingertips were icicles within the pocket where his shoulder met his neck. She shocked him into consciousness with skin as cold as water on his face. The wreck of sleep was pushed aside; my brother rose from rumpled sheets, … Continue reading →

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Lay Down Time

Posted on March 4, 2015 by sputterpub

The first couch I remember was medium-green, upholstered in something like damask, pretty and soft. Its seat cushions needed plumping after anyone sat down. Mom would jump up and dart to the couch whenever one of us stood up from … Continue reading →

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Plateau

Posted on March 3, 2015 by sputterpub

A little sadness circulates in me this week, like oatmeal in my blood instead of soup. I doggy-shake my head to free my neck for fantasy, but still I’m dead to flights of fancy: feet of clay in mud that … Continue reading →

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Storm Holiday

Posted on March 2, 2015 by sputterpub

Upon my bed at 2 p.m. I sit, a pillow pushed beneath a twisted knee. My step into the basement was a split on mud the flooded creek laid slippery. I didn’t need that step. I’d seen enough to know … Continue reading →

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A Vision

Posted on February 27, 2015 by sputterpub

I’m walking Wednesday morning to the train with thoughts about religion in my head, distracting me from periodontal pain by contemplating what I’ve lately read, and disapproving more the more I’ve learned of organized religion. As a Jew I’ve kept … Continue reading →

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Boot Straps (Finish)

Posted on February 26, 2015 by sputterpub

It was good that Norah and I found each other. We were alike in feeling quietly superior to everyone else. We were similar in our early shifting for ourselves. Most of the boys and many of the girls thought we … Continue reading →

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