Author Archives: sputterpub

Selection

A mass of metal glows upon the ground, intensely densely yellow-cored and cold. Beside it waddles awkwardly around the mutant goose that laid those eggs of gold. A solemn guardian presents your choice: Now which, he asks, would you prefer … Continue reading

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Base Two

If how we use our brains creates neural pathways that in turn permit how we use our brains, then perhaps how we use our communication devices creates avenues that govern our relationships with our communicators. Ancient Greek had a dual … Continue reading

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On the New Year’s Eve Puzzle

We bought the new year puzzle yesterday: a comic illustration of a bar with aliens at drink and fight or play. But it won’t interlock – most pieces are designed to lean together and abut. There’s nothing positive about the … Continue reading

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Shattered

Alan pulled to the curb outside Cassie’s place. It was nearly sunset on the last day of spring, still light at 8:30. He had such mixed feelings about this walk that he remained in his car for a minute. What … Continue reading

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How She Walks

Her heel is first to strike and find a base – she forward rolls to balance at her toe, while sinews in her leg extend and brace the limb against the planet’s pull, and so her body pushes forward, up, … Continue reading

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Sparrow

By 6 a.m. I’m sitting at the screen of my computer, straining for the word I need to make a couplet sing, the scene as mute as monasteries, when a bird attacks my window, never seeing glass. Its body bombed … Continue reading

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Wayne

I love you less with every passing week but I don’t want to tell you my dismay. My closest friend no longer whom I seek, I’m harboring a secret I won’t say. For wouldn’t I be selfish if I told … Continue reading

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Precious

I acted in a play when I was 3,adapted drama built of Gingerbread. The coach had to create a role for me so I played silent Heifer. On my head he set a giant mask he’d painted black.I wobbled onto … Continue reading

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Suggestion

I mean to make you think along this line before my little verse is fully sung: Attend as you pronounce these words of mine, to how you use and where you hold your tongue. Is it absorbing food you shouldn’t … Continue reading

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Isolation

I have my books, my children and my home, discovered music, ideas and opinions, but what can any person call her own, and where and for how long are my dominions? For I cannot possess. In fact I borrow. And … Continue reading

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