Author Archives: sputterpub

Rescue

Posted on October 4, 2013 by sputterpub

I glanced outside, and saw a butterfly suspended in the web a spider set from oak tree to garage. She caught my eye as fast as silk had wrapped her in its net, her wings a banner in the morning … Continue reading →

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Pi

Posted on October 3, 2013 by sputterpub

“Dig it: I think I just figured out the number of infinity.” “What are you talking about?” “Oh not really of course. But it’s a grabber of a topic sentence, huh?” “Again, say what?” “Bear with me. Consider the circle.” … Continue reading →

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Wednesday Commute

Posted on October 2, 2013 by sputterpub

I get another span of privacy before the seat beside me’s occupied and open up this book: three minutes free to put to words the gloom I host inside… No sooner written than it came to be – as quick … Continue reading →

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Spin (2 of 2)

Posted on October 1, 2013 by sputterpub

We talked directly about suicide. We agreed it was the ultimate selfish act. But only because it was ultimate. Ginny said there were plenty of other equally selfish acts. I’d rolled a joint and handed it to her, and I … Continue reading →

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Spin (1 of 2)

Posted on September 30, 2013 by sputterpub

“You know, I really don’t want to sleep with my father.” I was so embarrassed. There we were, alone in the office that Friday afternoon, and Ginny had just let me know that she often overheard my telephone conversations. I … Continue reading →

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Sand Blast

Posted on September 27, 2013 by sputterpub

The lane of history is scoured out by sands of time. The blaster of recall erodes the rims and makes a coward out of witnesses, whose memories enthrall by comforting, and hold just close enough to truth that they are … Continue reading →

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Ice Caves and Hot Springs

Posted on September 26, 2013 by sputterpub

Metal ladder staircase to the chill, mossy wooden ladder to the warm, fog enwreathing forest on a hill, valley heat and desert thunderstorm; bold mosquitos, lurking poison oak, avenues of gravel, dirt, and brush, campsite resined wood that sends up … Continue reading →

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Sophomore (2 of 2)

Posted on September 25, 2013 by sputterpub

I have a picture of the whole family, plus Steve. That’s not fair to say – of course my brother-in-law is family – but since I predict Emily will leave him I only admit him as a temporary member. However, … Continue reading →

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Sophomore (1 of 2)

Posted on September 24, 2013 by sputterpub

There’s physical description lacking. If this isn’t to be a movie then it better flesh with words. And I’ve probably got the best perspective for it. I’m the point at infinity. It all orients to me. I’m the baby. Once … Continue reading →

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The Acolyte and the Author

Posted on September 23, 2013 by sputterpub

What does it feel like, to rest on your laurels? Do you lean on the branches or sit on the leaves? With all your advances and all your withdrawals, are you wondering what your old master believes? How would he … Continue reading →

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