Author Archives: sputterpub

Cosmojecture

Posted on May 11, 2015 by sputterpub

The Talmud’s name for God appears to be the fragment “Holy One, blesséd be He.” And though the phrase was not in English made, and by translation casts a flimsy shade, the “blesséd” intimates an agency that showers favor on … Continue reading →

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Sights

Posted on May 8, 2015 by sputterpub

A purple petal hanging from a strand of spider web, between a branch and ground, appears suspended, managed by a hand nobody sees: confetti small and round. And stacked atop a station garbage can, a homeless monitor and CPU with … Continue reading →

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Contempt (3 of 3)

Posted on May 7, 2015 by sputterpub

Seriously, I dislike my best friend’s husband. Yes, another four months have passed, and we’ve been through the shower, the rehearsal dinner, and the actual ceremony. A week ago Jane became Mrs. Jerry, and I still don’t get it. I … Continue reading →

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Contempt (2 of 3)

Posted on May 6, 2015 by sputterpub

Put another way, I loathe my best friend’s fiancé. It’s been three and a half months since I started this rant; Jane and Jerry are now engaged. They announced their plans to me over a fancy dinner last weekend. I … Continue reading →

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Contempt (1 of 3)

Posted on May 5, 2015 by sputterpub

I can’t stand my best friend’s boyfriend. Please don’t look at me that way: I’ve heard all the Psych One ideas. Believe me when I tell you I am not jealous. No way do I want that slob. And I’m … Continue reading →

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On Dedicating Inclusive Housing

Posted on May 4, 2015 by sputterpub

Three moments of eternity shone forth the other day, like stars on moonless nights or glints on glass. I walked and turning north I saw the name I named as if in lights; and then I heard my name in … Continue reading →

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Nestor

Posted on May 1, 2015 by sputterpub

If everything in life’s a type of test, then pass this one and you’ll matriculate. Just let the process shape you to the best edition you progressively create. A problem is a puzzle in disguise, and you can use your … Continue reading →

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Omphalos

Posted on April 30, 2015 by sputterpub

Now why am I so mad again today I’m picking fights with people in my mind? And why do most my mornings start this way? And will I never leave the wrath behind or plumb it clearly till it disappears? … Continue reading →

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Second Skin

Posted on April 29, 2015 by sputterpub

When Callie was in her mid-40s, she was still a Victoria’s Secret customer. She’d started when she was 33 and in love with the man who would be her second husband; he took her to the store and bought her … Continue reading →

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Adultery

Posted on April 28, 2015 by sputterpub

Well as I live and breathe, he vocalized (he gives good phone, and she gives willing ear). He didn’t sound excited or surprised as much as warmly welcoming to hear her alto tones. A pair of weeks had passed with … Continue reading →

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