Author Archives: sputterpub

Mirror Horror (1 of 2)

Posted on January 29, 2014 by sputterpub

The first time I looked down at myself in a mirror I was snorting cocaine, and the view wasn’t bad. Sure I was gazing up my own nostrils, with a coiled $20 bill distended from one, but my skin was … Continue reading →

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Unwelcome Surprises

Posted on January 28, 2014 by sputterpub

I read enough when I was young to expect this. But even so, I wonder why my mother didn’t warn me? I wonder why my aunts didn’t mention this stuff. Of course I knew that kids always want to be … Continue reading →

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Sociability

Posted on January 27, 2014 by sputterpub

I see scant reason why I can’t collect a group of new acquaintances to treat and talk and tarry with, and then expect at least a few could generate some heat. So I imagine specifying arms to hold me, or … Continue reading →

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Clearance

Posted on January 24, 2014 by sputterpub

I would have been a feminist before the term had currency, but I could not enlist or join a movement; I abhor the politics I’d rather I forgot. I knew I was bohemian, except the notion was consistently confused with … Continue reading →

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The Whiteheads (End)

Posted on January 23, 2014 by sputterpub

On top of those, there developed the issues of Kelly’s weight, Kevin’s headaches, and Peg’s bones. It’s obvious to me even if not to Dr. H that Kelly grew fat to irk Peg, and Kevin’s sport- and job-preventing headaches served … Continue reading →

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The Whiteheads (Middle)

Posted on January 22, 2014 by sputterpub

Peg stayed home with Kelly only three weeks. Then she started part-time in my office. There was never any doubt that she’d be a responsible, caring, diligent mother. It was more a matter of feeling relatively unsuited. Peg wasn’t a … Continue reading →

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The Whiteheads (Beginning)

Posted on January 21, 2014 by sputterpub

Jim Whitehead at 23 was short, smart, and always horny. Sex was his favorite activity and he went for it every chance he got. When was the miracle age between the introduction of the Pill and the advent of AIDS. … Continue reading →

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The Listener

Posted on January 20, 2014 by sputterpub

A listener in search of everywhere a word is spoken honestly and well, could make a pilgrimage to find the fair infrequent truth of speech, and in its spell that listener might engineer a song, might link realities with spoken … Continue reading →

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Oddball

Posted on January 17, 2014 by sputterpub

Do you ingest less food on holiday and never cramp from exercise at all? Do you disdain to warm up any way, avoid a stretch, detest a shopping mall, feel sorry for the people in their cars who fail to … Continue reading →

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The Fool

Posted on January 16, 2014 by sputterpub

At end of day, the mania asserts itself again, and she’s compelled to glean the world of words. She casts about and flirts with phrases till conceit emerges clean enough to take its form upon the page. And then she … Continue reading →

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