Author Archives: sputterpub

The Kindest Cut (Part 1 of 3)

Posted on June 4, 2013 by sputterpub

“Oh my God you look great … I can’t believe it’s you. Turn around: shit, girl: you’re a mere shadow of your former self.” Yeah right. What am I supposed to say? Thanks? It’s so embarrassing. I smile and kind … Continue reading →

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Monday Morning

Posted on June 3, 2013 by sputterpub

The sky is mist or fog or overcast but nothing azure radiates today, and nowhere here have vernal clouds amassed so I am blue from breathing under gray. “I love the fog and I don’t miss the sun,” are words … Continue reading →

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Dream Therapy

Posted on May 31, 2013 by sputterpub

I recollect a nightmare that occurred when I was five or six and learning fears, constructed on a theme at once absurd and absolutely normal for my years: My father sent me to the basement stair, but there the light … Continue reading →

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Feet (3 of 3)

Posted on May 30, 2013 by sputterpub

Lilah’s dad was in general wonderful. He wasn’t sexist like her mom; he encouraged her at various times to aspire to philosopher or doctor or scientist instead of secretary or nurse or elementary school teacher. But he like Jamie was … Continue reading →

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Feet (2 of 3)

Posted on May 29, 2013 by sputterpub

Jamie started their sibling battle. For no reason that Lilah could ever determine, he snuck up behind her when he was two and she was five, and he bit her in the middle of her back. She was sitting on … Continue reading →

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Feet (1 of 3)

Posted on May 28, 2013 by sputterpub

Lilah liked being an only child, until she was three. She would have continued liking it, but her brother Jamie’s birth changed everything. “A woman gets two great loves in her life,” her mother told her a decade later. “Her … Continue reading →

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Making

Posted on May 25, 2013 by sputterpub

The Maker manufactured every part, created every atom and arrayed us with a query in each human heart: What will you with the miracles I’ve made? For it is ours to recognize and use, appreciate, assimilate and grade. We cannot … Continue reading →

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Disposable Camera

Posted on May 24, 2013 by sputterpub

We brought a little camera in our gear, but fifteen pictures cannot capture all the colors or the contours that appear before our greedy eyes, for look how small the window is that’s meant to find a view, and see … Continue reading →

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Driving Assumptions

Posted on May 23, 2013 by sputterpub

I was walking the dog this morning when a driver was rude to me. Details can be provided if you’re interested, but the significant fact was the driver’s failure to signal a turn to the right. If I’d known the … Continue reading →

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Mirror Maker

Posted on May 22, 2013 by sputterpub

The messenger assigned to comb the shore, and carefully select the perfect sand, invested half an eon in the chore, and filled the holy bucket with her hand until she had the quantity she sought, and bore it to the … Continue reading →

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