Author Archives: sputterpub

4D

Posted on June 20, 2014 by sputterpub

The seconds mount to minutes grow to hours, and add to days and weeks and months and years. No creatures of this planet have the powers to alter time’s progression. Petty fears and grand ambitions neither speed our clocks nor … Continue reading →

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Touching Terry (End)

Posted on June 19, 2014 by sputterpub

She examined her hands as she waited for the pharmacist, and they looked ugly to her. This is not normally the case: Terry is attractive enough, no raving beauty, but she has the most extraordinary skin. Fine-pored and golden like … Continue reading →

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Touching Terry (Middle)

Posted on June 18, 2014 by sputterpub

“Doesn’t matter.” Terry could hear the doctor drinking tea or coffee or something while they talked. “All the antiseptic procedure in the world doesn’t always prevent. Fact is, we were introducing foreign objects into your body. Probably picked up something … Continue reading →

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Touching Terry (Beginning)

Posted on June 17, 2014 by sputterpub

When Terry has a temperature, her skin becomes exquisitely sensitive. It’s as if all her nerve endings prick up like hairs, perpendicular to the surface of herself, and vibrate with the loud sensations of air currents and soft fabrics. Until … Continue reading →

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Head Cold

Posted on June 16, 2014 by sputterpub

I couldn’t use my nose to breathe last night. I closed my mouth and didn’t get the air it takes to talk or chew or drink. I might have borne it better if it weren’t rare for this big nose … Continue reading →

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Watching Your Face

Posted on June 13, 2014 by sputterpub

Your smile makes some wrinkles, but your frown engraves you ugly. Horizontal lines can be accepted; it’s the up and down that carves a witch. We recognize the signs of bitterness, perpetual complaint, and self-directed needy attitude. Your scowl drags … Continue reading →

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Sojourning (3 of 3)

Posted on June 12, 2014 by sputterpub

They stand like insects amid all the carved stone. Mary looks at the box hedge planted around the large empty traffic circle; the way the lights shine on it, the hedge appears more like an institutional-green textured short wall than … Continue reading →

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Sojourning (2 of 3)

Posted on June 11, 2014 by sputterpub

The top of Mary’s head appears first, her short dark hair tousled, glossy, and slightly silver-streaked. Then her French face and slim body rise into the room, both looking younger than her 45 years. “Have you seen my – oh … Continue reading →

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Sojourning (1 of 3)

Posted on June 10, 2014 by sputterpub

My home computer monitor acts like a seismograph. The smallest vibration will set the screen swinging a bit on its swivel base. The monitor stands on a big hard drive, on an old oak desk, in the sunporch off my … Continue reading →

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Heed

Posted on June 9, 2014 by sputterpub

I’m listening as silently to me as possible. I’m mutely moving now, awaiting hunger’s neat necessity, fatigue’s demand against my furrowed brow, a healing palm upon me calm and clean. My appetites misfire blanks in kind and I’ve no clue … Continue reading →

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