Author Archives: sputterpub

Man on the Bus

He wears a coat and jacket, shirt and vest, but pulls the extras off to read and ride and nap commuting home. He starts his rest and I can see his head and eyelids slide – he’s sloping east while … Continue reading →

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Lecture

I’ll tell you one opinion, girls and boys, that I with time increasingly believe: the psyche broadcasting makes so much noise it overwhelms the power to receive. “I know, I know,” asserts the egotist, and thereby blocks the avenue to … Continue reading →

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Resiliency

You cannot talk me out of how I feel but I might have a way to work on me: By counting boons or heeding the appeal of what will be my future history. Or maybe I just can’t sustain a … Continue reading →

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Still Life with Chocolate (End)

Erica watches his mouth as it makes words. She’s still sleepy, and she feels like sinking toward it. “Actually, I don’t eat breakfast. I hope to leave the candy untouched until after lunch.” She considers. “But thanks for the invitation. … Continue reading →

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Still Life with Chocolate (Middle)

One floor below, Hank has just finished drying his hands. He drops a damp paper towel into the opening below the dispenser as he turns toward the door. In all 5th and 6th floor bathrooms, sirens are whooping. The sound … Continue reading →

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Still Life with Chocolate (Beginning)

Hank has been in his office since 7:30. Now that he lives on Telegraph Hill, he can walk to work in 20 minutes. Now that Tom’s away in college, he has morning responsibilities to no one but himself. Now that … Continue reading →

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History

I don’t know why I never took to dates – my brain retreats from listed history. I’m talented with numbers in all states, and puzzles with their tricky mystery intrigue and challenge me, but as a rule, this memory impressive … Continue reading →

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Sociology

How complicated is society, that over all its eons has evolved to felt a fabric of conformity compressed. It seems our politics dissolved the bright connections out of which we made a counterpane. It’s iron comedy, or comic irony. Our … Continue reading →

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Of Don & Paula (3 of 3)

Paula wasn’t having any of it. While she sometimes argued that it is up to the victim to define whether abuse has occurred, she took exception then. She asserted that Maggie was too young to judge the experience when it … Continue reading →

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Of Don & Paula (2 of 3)

So Paula assumed Don was eligible when she sent the first email. She had no marital aspirations herself (having not succeeded in the institution, more than once). She knew he was poor (she lost the money she invested through him, … Continue reading →

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