Author Archives: sputterpub

Impatience

Posted on July 23, 2015 by sputterpub

Impatience was my temper as a child, and I could never list serenity as any teenage asset. I was wild with my lust to have control of me. If increments of wisdom come with age, then maybe I can start … Continue reading →

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Seen

Posted on July 22, 2015 by sputterpub

Melanie masturbates every other day. It’s not an item on her calendar, and she’ll often let it slide for half a week, but she considers self-love to be necessary maintenance. It doesn’t matter whether she’s in a sexual relationship or … Continue reading →

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Inner Sanctum

Posted on July 21, 2015 by sputterpub

Eleven years ago, on Mother’s Day, after the last surgical tube was out, I wept with weak relief. Repaired, I lay upon that bed and knew without a doubt that I am built like everyone – my heart right here … Continue reading →

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Correction

Posted on July 20, 2015 by sputterpub

There’s 15 gone, the news reporter said, and I intoned the numbers to my son: 12 students and a teacher stricken dead and too the pair that brought the bomb and gun. But he corrected me – my teenage sage … Continue reading →

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My Stepdaughter’s Barrette

Posted on July 17, 2015 by sputterpub

Exchanging Mondays off to have each day some extra time at home, to exercise or write or follow where my fancies lay, today I chose to vacuum. The surprise, discovered where it wedged at least nine years beneath a baseboard … Continue reading →

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Baker

Posted on July 16, 2015 by sputterpub

Within the leaf, the gas and water take their measure of the vigor of the sun to spark a sweet reaction, as they make the basic sustenance for everyone. The chemistry is almost that profound when I mix flour, milled … Continue reading →

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Pain

Posted on July 15, 2015 by sputterpub

Renee tries not to recall that January night nine years ago, but she is determined to remember her life, so the scene replays in her. That was when she sent her husband away from home and family, into the cold … Continue reading →

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Art Car

Posted on July 14, 2015 by sputterpub

A shark-shaped silver car stands out, on Spruce near Berryman. Its surface is hand-done: a pitted, puckered, puttied poor excuse for shining sharkskin. Still the car is fun; it rides a trailer hitched behind a bull with radiator ring and … Continue reading →

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Secrets

Posted on July 13, 2015 by sputterpub

Big Robin is a deviant. I know because she tried recruiting me, between her messy bites of lunch: she loves to go to latex orgies. Then there’s meek Christine, who never eats with others – she’s complex. She closet binges … Continue reading →

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Eddie

Posted on July 10, 2015 by sputterpub

I see in memory a red-haired guy who studied Marxist writings page by page, and dreamed of blowing ROT-Cee to the sky: now Eddie’s hair is turning pink with age. While McNamara wasted boys to slow the tide embarrassment from … Continue reading →

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