Author Archives: sputterpub

Sign

Posted on July 8, 2015 by sputterpub

Gretchen thinks Madeleine and Carol might as well be gay. “Jeez, you’d make a great dyke,” she’s said more than once to Madeleine, after listening to one of her anecdotes of independence or watching her in a feisty feminist moment. … Continue reading →

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NightQuiet

Posted on July 7, 2015 by sputterpub

It’s 25 past midnight, and the earth is quiet now while I prepare to sleep. As if fatigued from having given birth to yet another yesterday, we creep together to our rest, environment and I, arrange our wraps of fog … Continue reading →

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Neighborhood Pick-Up Day

Posted on July 6, 2015 by sputterpub

My legs are tired and my mind’s fatigued. I need a psychic nap and muscle rest. Commuting I have tried to be intrigued with birds and blooms; instead I am impressed by household offal piled at the street: torn mattresses, … Continue reading →

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Alien

Posted on July 2, 2015 by sputterpub

She’s always been an alien within: a cuckoo incubated in the nest her parents built. Beneath that olive skin exists a creature other than the rest, diverging early in her history. She’s waiting yet to recognize her peers and thinks … Continue reading →

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Heart’s Desire

Posted on June 30, 2015 by sputterpub

I met Carol in college. I was a sophomore. I already had an impressive reputation; I’d cut a swath through the hearts of coeds my first year, ensnaring them myself or manipulating them into infatuations with my friends. I’d learned … Continue reading →

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Venus, On Cupid Grown

Posted on June 29, 2015 by sputterpub

An eddy of belligerence within a lake of love – that’s how my joy arose: my offspring sprung from me, with satin skin and silken curls and grace that only grows in him more potent with each passing year. From … Continue reading →

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Rivulets

Posted on June 26, 2015 by sputterpub

Like muddy rivulets, the tiny streams of tapes unravel in the shaded curve of freeway. Here a slingshot bungee seems a snake, a creature flung by someone’s swerve, synthetic roadkill cast among the shapes of concrete fossils, hubcap shards and … Continue reading →

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On June 25, 1998

Posted on June 25, 2015 by sputterpub

Each day I must remind myself it’s June already; nearly half the year is past. El Niño gave us winter as monsoon, and spring has been unending overcast. Now I’m surprised to see that school is out, announced vacations startle … Continue reading →

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What We Learned on Baranof

Posted on June 24, 2015 by sputterpub

Rehearsing the order of forest while walking, we learned that first grew the ALDERS, and then came the SPRUCES, until they toppled for HEMLOCKS to rise where they’d fallen or burned, and finally CEDARS survived them to blanket this hill.

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Paralysis

Posted on June 23, 2015 by sputterpub

Emma tore her toe on the metal threshold at Jake’s doorway. It happened on the February Tuesday when Jake’s asthma and dust allergy were diagnosed, three hours after Dr. Blankman gave her the pamphlet with the picture of the grossly-enlarged … Continue reading →

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