Author Archives: sputterpub

Of Don & Paula (1 of 3)

She isn’t a Luddite, but Paula didn’t start using email till 1998. She’d been a pen-and-ink type of writer (she used a fountain pen because she didn’t want to press hard, and she held the cap in her left hand … Continue reading →

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Desperation

I’m out of step – I walk today in pain. My neck’s a starboard ache, but nothing much compared to what I carry to the train: a load of rage and rue too deep to touch. For I can rub … Continue reading →

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Morning Birds After Rain

The visions of this morning put to words, in vain attempt to memorize the scene, is all about the presence of the birds: a hummingbird that matches fuschia’s green and darting hovers dancing in the air, and then a fair … Continue reading →

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Exchange (End)

Miss Lubov that day was like a little bit of sphere poking through my plane of freshman existence. I was so limited I ought only to have been able to see a set of growing circles but somehow, through her … Continue reading →

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Exchange (Middle)

I heard about Gail from Susan that year more often than from Gail herself, and Mrs. Carter was mentioned every time. I was motivated to meet the woman by the time of the term-end party. I picked up Susan and … Continue reading →

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Exchange (Beginning)

It was one of those end-of-college parties. Potluck clean-out-the-fridge fare, with a congenial group of graduating seniors. Gail and Jean were giving up their northside apartment, and with a little help they put together spaghetti and salad and garlic bread … Continue reading →

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Destiny

I know my parents gave their chromosomes to generate the person I became. They set me up with nourishment, good homes, and gave me education and a name. They merged another several times of course, for I’ve had younger siblings … Continue reading →

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Observational Trial

An antsy liberal of 23 resolved that she’d continue growth and thought. She hunted what she called integrity and it appears she got more than she sought. Her husband claimed he had a different goal; “I like me now,” he … Continue reading →

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Diagnosis

I’m healthy and resilient as a rule so I have trouble knowing I’m unwell. Along with feeling ill I’m like a fool confused by lassitude – I cannot tell how serious or real my symptoms are. Hallucination must be contact … Continue reading →

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Portals (Part 3 of 3)

Peter thought Lilah was going to go camping with him over spring break. For the last three years they’d gone together to Death Valley, and they’d been planning to do it again. The wilderness is the arena of Peter’s competence. … Continue reading →

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