Author Archives: sputterpub

Paint Chip Haiku

Posted on June 18, 2013 by sputterpub

My friend Mara did some consulting for a real estate remediation project a couple of years ago. A Sherwin Williams store had been one of the first settlers, and that company was supportive when it came to preserving and protecting … Continue reading →

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A Little Bliss

Posted on June 17, 2013 by sputterpub

Seduced by lazy images, I wrap a U of heated cloves around my neck, empillow me in bed to make my lap a lumpy surface for a book, and trek into my favorite sleepy fantasy: a rescued noblewoman swathed in … Continue reading →

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Humility

Posted on June 14, 2013 by sputterpub

I recollect her birthday very well and his, six years more close in memory, is that much vivider – both visions tell of little people who came out of me. And I recall the business I’d begun now more than … Continue reading →

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Automatic Riding (End)

Posted on June 13, 2013 by sputterpub

Sandy became an actuary because he wanted to understand life/himself. Some folks follow a religious path, others are more comfortable with philosophy, and a few try the circuitous avenue of psychology, but Sandy was one of the rare ones who … Continue reading →

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Automatic Riding (Middle)

Posted on June 12, 2013 by sputterpub

He’s brought back to his commute by the ring of a nearby cellphone. As common as they are, neither Sandy nor his fellows are inured to them; he watches as several neighboring passengers join him in locating the instrument and … Continue reading →

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Automatic Riding (Beginning)

Posted on June 11, 2013 by sputterpub

He looks 30 but he’s really 49. He has dirty thoughts all the time; they keep him young. He is 6’2″ and in good shape. He still has hair, and its dark blonde shade hides the gray rather well. His … Continue reading →

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Commuting (1994)

Posted on June 10, 2013 by sputterpub

The legend reads Tear Up Your Monthly Pass, above the photo of an Oldsmobile, in tones of black and blue and windshield glass within a frame of BART train stainless steel. Is this an oxymoron for the minds of half-awake … Continue reading →

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Yolo & Milvia

Posted on June 7, 2013 by sputterpub

I plant my feet upon the asphalt ground and aim my focus to the west, below the sloping street, as if I would be found a decade hence a statue. Standing so I’m memorizing everything I feel: the gentle cooling … Continue reading →

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The Kindest Cut (Part 3 of 3)

Posted on June 6, 2013 by sputterpub

He speaks to me. Normally I’d have a book open as protection against unwanted transit chats, but I’d forgotten this time. I’d been too interested in how the fat guy up front fits into the single seat, in the (academic) … Continue reading →

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The Kindest Cut (Part 2 of 3)

Posted on June 5, 2013 by sputterpub

The street scene becomes distractingly lively at Fifth. Tourists waiting for the cable car, street vendors behind tables and street entertainers on tiny stages, gaggles of adolescent girls in low-cut jeans and too-small shirts, fine-pored puppy bellies belting their prance: … Continue reading →

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