Author Archives: sputterpub

Brutus (End)

Posted on December 4, 2014 by sputterpub

We both slept in a little. I kept thinking about Jase and Lani, and probably the subject kept David up too. It was after 10 when we hit the kitchen, and David started making the usual pancakes and twisted bacon … Continue reading →

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Brutus (Middle)

Posted on December 3, 2014 by sputterpub

Jason is a jerk. He has been angry all his life (I’m only five years older than him, and I remember him rearing back in anger as a babe-in-arms, trying to bite us when he got frustrated, throwing his ever-fattening … Continue reading →

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Brutus (Beginning)

Posted on December 2, 2014 by sputterpub

My uncle David is the nicest guy I know. Mom says that’s because Grandma was depressed when he was little, and David could make her smile by acting cute and lovable, but all of that took place 50 years ago, … Continue reading →

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Live Wire (Would Have Been Awesome if the Baby’d Been a Girl)

Posted on December 1, 2014 by sputterpub

Of course there’s no connection to record: coincidence perhaps, but not Kismet. These small events are surely best ignored. You’ll doubtless disregard my words, but let me say my daughter first felt life last night, and then she dreamed a … Continue reading →

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How to Hug

Posted on November 28, 2014 by sputterpub

We cuddle babies properly when we conform their chests against our own, and raise their scented scalps to meet our lips. They see a face, they feel a heart; this holding plays a vital role with infants or the ill. … Continue reading →

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Regarding Water

Posted on November 27, 2014 by sputterpub

Dehydration The air is dry, and so am I within. We set our clocks to standard time, and yet the temperature’s too warm for fall. My skin is parched to paper and I’m wet with sweat but nothing else: no … Continue reading →

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Thanks

Posted on November 26, 2014 by sputterpub

Can life much better get? I feel today as wise as 90 and as lithe as 10, vivacious, self-amused, about to play at work and working play for gain again. I’m somewhat irresistible. I’m told I speak too loudly, but … Continue reading →

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Conversation

Posted on November 25, 2014 by sputterpub

“I get it now. I know she wasn’t a virgin. But I have no idea why she lied to me.” “Come on. For the same reason a man would lie about sex. More or less. To create or avoid reputation.” … Continue reading →

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Unbuckled

Posted on November 24, 2014 by sputterpub

The question: do we have a variance in attitude that’s gender-based? Do brains of males more likely sense the broad expanse of forest, while the women see the lanes of trees, and note the shapes of leaves and seeds? It … Continue reading →

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Sun-entry

Posted on November 21, 2014 by sputterpub

At 9 a.m. the sun’s a silver plate suspended in the fog. The air is chill and laden with the saturated weight of hanging water. Distillations fill the spaces in between the blocks and bricks that pave the way I … Continue reading →

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