Author Archives: sputterpub

gravicembalo col piano e forte I am piano. I am a harp supine, encased in echo, felt, hammered. I am piano but I sound loud. Say me soft: piano. piano. pianissimo. Still it sounds louder than forte. I am the … Continue reading →

I guess, generally, I didn’t follow Mom’s advice. I’m much more likely to follow my daughter’s. She’s now at the parenting age, and I won’t be surprised if she starts in on the experience soon. My mother is alive and … Continue reading →

I outgrew the climbing a few years later, but I didn’t outgrow the tennis courts. They continued to be a popular place for kids to gather. It was there I discovered that Betty was half-blind. Betty was our beagle. I … Continue reading →

My mother had a fat pussy. Not plump-fat but bland-fat, like a mound of bread dough. It was broad, sparsely furred, surrounded by girth. I didn’t see it often – not even she did that – but I can almost … Continue reading →

I went on to the grocery store, feeling a little exposed. I’d been unable to make a $6 purchase without having my selections announced and analyzed. I’d been unable to take the $6 purchase into another establishment without having myself … Continue reading →

That wasn’t the end of my irks. It was hardly even annoying. A better person than I (or a better mood) would have made a light joke, if anything, out of the experience. Today is Sunday. I left the house … Continue reading →

Sometimes the collection of evidence becomes impossible to ignore. Like when I think I’m doing fine and then I catch my heel on a street grating, almost fall and drop my stuff, encounter a silly obstacle or a rude driver, … Continue reading →