Author Archives: sputterpub

School (Part 2 of 3)

Posted on January 14, 2015 by sputterpub

School provided me with two goods: diversity and filtering. There I met liars, athletes, brainiacs, idiots, philosophers and bigots, poor losers and good Samaritans, bullies and sycophants. All of that diversity created an environment in which I learned how to … Continue reading →

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School (Part 1 of 3)

Posted on January 13, 2015 by sputterpub

I once got sued by an asshole client. He claimed that I damaged him, but that was because he was nabbed in a crooked financial transaction and wanted someone, anyone but him, to pay for it. Swear to God: he … Continue reading →

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Weirdo

Posted on January 12, 2015 by sputterpub

A crisis of identity it’s not. She knows herself as well as one can ask. The issue seems to be that she forgot to blinker her responses with a mask of socialized sobriety and dull prescribed behavior. Sure we follow … Continue reading →

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Truespeech

Posted on January 9, 2015 by sputterpub

I almost always mean the words I say, and very rarely speak them to an ear that pays attention. “How are you today?” I’ll answer with the facts. See I’m sincere and courteous and truthful and direct, but most the … Continue reading →

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Near Ms (3 of 3)

Posted on January 8, 2015 by sputterpub

All in all, he had been attracted to her but comfortable with no action. Until the prospect came of making her up. In the week between booking the appointments and her noon arrival that Saturday, he started having explicit, exciting, … Continue reading →

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Near Ms (2 of 3)

Posted on January 7, 2015 by sputterpub

Meanwhile, Pamela dodged a bullet and missed a path. Her company was downsizing and she was terrified at the idea of being laid off. She dug in and began working extra hard, putting in long hours, showing her boss Ted … Continue reading →

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Near Ms (1 of 3)

Posted on January 6, 2015 by sputterpub

Most of the time Pamela didn’t think about Brian. She came to the day spa as often as her schedule permitted: about every three weeks. Brian gave the best massage she’d ever had, so she gratefully considered him immediately before, … Continue reading →

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Editing

Posted on January 5, 2015 by sputterpub

Respectfully I edit what I wrote three days ago, reviewing it for gist and attitude. To get it I must quote myself in love, by composition blissed and wit remarked. A question begged or left to hang will hang the … Continue reading →

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Walking the Dog

Posted on January 2, 2015 by sputterpub

Outside the library, there grows a yard of lawn-like grass, a triangle of green, where canines bred to hunt, retrieve, or guard review the scents of passers-by. The scene around that place, amid the dirt and dew, appears the same … Continue reading →

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The Loneliest New Year’s Eve (Y2K)

Posted on December 31, 2014 by sputterpub

Alone I’ll be to say a wet goodbye to all the years that start with 1 and 9. My house will echo as the dog and I make mumble-face and forelegs intertwine. Admittedly I’ll long for company, imagining a corny … Continue reading →

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