Author Archives: sputterpub

Come – ask me why I left my mother’s womb. (The answer’s absolutely need for space.) Considering the question in my room and on the streets, I look in any face, at every posture, spy and listen, scan around me … Continue reading →

Of course there’s no connection to record: coincidence perhaps, but not Kismet. These small events are surely best ignored. You’ll doubtless disregard my words, but let me say my daughter first felt life last night, and then she dreamed a … Continue reading →

We cuddle babies properly when we conform their chests against our own, and raise their scented scalps to meet our lips. They see a face, they feel a heart; this holding plays a vital role with infants or the ill. … Continue reading →

Dehydration The air is dry, and so am I within. We set our clocks to standard time, and yet the temperature’s too warm for fall. My skin is parched to paper and I’m wet with sweat but nothing else: no … Continue reading →

Can life much better get? I feel today as wise as 90 and as lithe as 10, vivacious, self-amused, about to play at work and working play for gain again. I’m somewhat irresistible. I’m told I speak too loudly, but … Continue reading →

The question: do we have a variance in attitude that’s gender-based? Do brains of males more likely sense the broad expanse of forest, while the women see the lanes of trees, and note the shapes of leaves and seeds? It … Continue reading →