Author Archives: sputterpub

Grammoma

Posted on May 7, 2013 by sputterpub

Linda thought she had extensive language skills, but she felt humbled when she started conversing with John. The man had a doctorate in English literature, a career in law, a background rich in Latin and rooted in Catholicism. He knew … Continue reading →

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Love Letter

Posted on May 6, 2013 by sputterpub

I’d write you in a poem but you resist the structure of a sonnet. I’ve no bar to measure you; until my mouth is kissed it can’t transliterate the man you are. Engaging you by pulse or surge or byte, … Continue reading →

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Infatuation

Posted on May 4, 2013 by sputterpub

Two hundred words were wrung from me a day until I pulled a story from my head, and though it was an ordinary spray of phrases, editing I tweaked a thread, deleted fluff, reordered words and quick discovered gold at … Continue reading →

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A Slope Less Slippery

Posted on May 3, 2013 by sputterpub

Emerging from a chronic lassitude appareled seven months as creeping age, I danced this morning vibrantly, imbued with brimming energy, my rug a stage for showing me myself in my own light. I stretched my arms and neck. I raised … Continue reading →

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Jake (Part 3 of 3)

Posted on May 2, 2013 by sputterpub

I had my hair cut. Ten years of old growth, swept away. I loved my dreads, but they were heavy in the heat. And I got the cue last week. I don’t want to bow to appearance, but I got … Continue reading →

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Jake (Part 2 of 3)

Posted on May 1, 2013 by sputterpub

I think I’m getting into this now. I just reread yesterday’s entry, and it made me want to continue writing. Old English majors don’t die? It’s Friday. I’m naming this journal “twig,” because it’s a little log. I’m locking it … Continue reading →

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Jake (Part 1 of 3)

Posted on April 30, 2013 by sputterpub

I went after my first vehicle when I was 22 years old. I was just starting to work in the City then, for the model shop of a big engineering company. I spent my time building Plexiglas miniatures of power … Continue reading →

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Ho Hum:

Posted on April 29, 2013 by sputterpub

Another phrase that means the opposite of what we all agree is common speech. You tell me “boring” is appropriate as synonym – exactly as we teach our kids, but now consider otherwise: the “ho” is yawning to inhale more … Continue reading →

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Edifice

Posted on April 26, 2013 by sputterpub

To me and maybe most of us a house is often made a metaphor of mind. No matter it’s in Monterey or Taos or Tulsa, Flint or Madison – behind the doors, beneath the roof, there may be mess or … Continue reading →

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Ankles (3 of 3)

Posted on April 25, 2013 by sputterpub

We drove home with unopened champagne and leftover snacks. I took a bag of chocolate raisins but otherwise managed to leave the junk in the car. Corky and I resettled rather happily in our house. Until the next day. I … Continue reading →

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