Author Archives: sputterpub

Feeling (2 of 3)

Posted on February 11, 2015 by sputterpub

For one thing they’re ugly. Their aggressive complaining personalities might be bearable if their persons were acceptable to the eyes or ears. Barbara seems to think her blindness is an excuse to pay no attention to her appearance. It’s bad … Continue reading →

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Feeling (1 of 3)

Posted on February 10, 2015 by sputterpub

Lately I’m restless in bed. I don’t toss or turn but also I don’t sleep. My father once told me it doesn’t matter whether we actually lose consciousness. It’s only important that we rest our bodies and our minds. He … Continue reading →

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Self Control

Posted on February 9, 2015 by sputterpub

Shall I describe the things I can’t control? The feelings of another (or my own), the politics of anywhere, the roll of clouds against the sky, my shattered phone. I cannot make the planets move apart or change one angry … Continue reading →

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Parent Parties

Posted on February 6, 2015 by sputterpub

When I was young my parents entertained their neighbor friends, and then it boggled me how women kitchen-stuck and clucked, exchanged three illness stories and a recipe, while men around the fireplace converged, discussing politics and business goals. From that … Continue reading →

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A Coming of Age Story (End)

Posted on February 5, 2015 by sputterpub

Jill read a memorable magazine article years ago, about a strange little father-daughter family. The father was mentally retarded or developmentally disabled or otherwise just marginally capable of caring for himself. He’d somehow managed to marry a functional woman, and … Continue reading →

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A Coming of Age Story (Middle)

Posted on February 4, 2015 by sputterpub

It doesn’t hurt that Jill’s more confident now. She looks good. Better than Kevin does. Better than she did. She comes from a family that appears to look older when young and younger when old. She’s finally growing into her … Continue reading →

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A Coming of Age Story (Beginning)

Posted on February 3, 2015 by sputterpub

“So what the fuck is friendship?” Jill asked Kevin after she told him about Anita. In the old days the narration would have been between but now it was after. Now his chest hair is white and her belly skin … Continue reading →

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Blimp

Posted on February 2, 2015 by sputterpub

My vision isn’t sharp enough to read the white-on-orange letters overhead, but I can’t fail to notice them – I need to take in my surroundings. Walking dead are all around me – eyes upon their phones, ambulation automatic, blind … Continue reading →

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The Juggler

Posted on January 30, 2015 by sputterpub

The ball appears suspended in the sky. I tossed it up and it will fall to ground but first it has to hang a moment, high and parabolic till it turns around and speeds its way to smack my busy … Continue reading →

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Recreation (3 of 3)

Posted on January 29, 2015 by sputterpub

Adam almost made the move back to Manhattan, but money was tight and the only way he could support Sharon and Ellen was if he lived in the same house with them. He didn’t exactly get back together with Sharon … Continue reading →

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