Author Archives: sputterpub

Au Temp des Cerises (Part 2 of 2)

That’s why Julie and Mark were driving. Unencumbered, Liz could have flown away alone, once she realized how incurable was Pete’s vision and how inescapable were his arms. But Samantha plus luggage was too much for Liz to manage. She … Continue reading →

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Au Temp des Cerises (Part 1 of 2)

It was a quixotic escapade from inception, but it was also irresistible. The surreality around Julie triggered a kind of charisma in her that shanghaied Mark, and then partnership dynamics went to work. Every aspect must have been favorable, for … Continue reading →

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Ague

She’s standing underneath her morning shower, the heat so good she cannot get her fill, and it requires force of willful power to turn that water off and face the chill. So she imagines coziness of socks, a hooded sweatshirt, … Continue reading →

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A Day in Bay Area January

Disarming day too beautiful to hold in words or frame within a camera lens, I walk in loveliness today cajoled by nature, stunned beyond the scope of men’s associations, women’s earnest groups. The carat raindrops bead the sculpted trees, and … Continue reading →

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Arousal (3 of 3)

She’s moving easier now. Younger. Her heel doesn’t hurt and her knee isn’t bothering her. She’s about to open her front door and step south toward the bird tree and east to her newspaper, the dog is beside her and … Continue reading →

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Arousal (2 of 3)

She checks herself out as she walks to the bathroom. A little stiff in the left heel and knee, in the right hip and lower back, in her neck. She’s a set of bones strung on worn cartilage, covered with … Continue reading →

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Arousal (1 of 3)

Most of the time now, it doesn’t even work when Natalie masturbates. She used to be very orgasmic, but for the last several years it feels like her nerve endings have retreated. She’s still in there, but too deep to … Continue reading →

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Anthropology

Your mission, said the leader of the clan, is to investigate without surprise. Observe the people, notice all you can, but do it from the depth of quiet eyes. Inform yourself with their technology, their politics, their ethics and their … Continue reading →

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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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