Author Archives: sputterpub

Nasty Girls (1 of 2)

Posted on September 4, 2013 by sputterpub

Nancy and Laura were nasty little girls, and they developed into nasty teens. Laura figured out how to masturbate when she was four. That’s when her hand explored her groin deliberately, that’s when she recalled the sight in the pediatrician’s … Continue reading →

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Otherworth

Posted on September 3, 2013 by sputterpub

You thought you could control your love affairs. Well didn’t you, assuming thought at all? But you in charge meant you grew bored. Your prayers for keeping passion up you doomed to stall. I know because my history reflects a … Continue reading →

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Quiet Fire

Posted on September 2, 2013 by sputterpub

I’ll celebrate your birthday for a week: kindle you with toys and sweets, pick and offer food and wine, tend your theories, rub your feet, love your body heart and head with mine. And when our celebration ends, we’ll seek … Continue reading →

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Apart

Posted on August 30, 2013 by sputterpub

I wonder you’re so present in my mind; your body bides a continent away, and our connection’s never been the kind to prompt the lust I feel for you today. But I’m imagining suggestive speech, I’m fantasizing fired ecstasy, consumed … Continue reading →

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Child’s Play (3 of 3)

Posted on August 29, 2013 by sputterpub

Kim and Jen were about a hundred yards up the sloped street from the tree. “Wow,” they understated simultaneously. It was their first agreement of the day. They began walking back to investigate the accident. Their progress was slow for … Continue reading →

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Child’s Play (2 of 3)

Posted on August 28, 2013 by sputterpub

Cloud cover thickened and the light turned strange. Greenish. Jen’s pale red hair grayed under it. Kim glanced from that hair to her eyes as they resumed walking. She saw Jen look sideways at her. She watched the freckled face … Continue reading →

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Child’s Play (1 of 3)

Posted on August 27, 2013 by sputterpub

Kim stopped to let her dog sniff agapanthus. “The question is,” she intoned downward, “who learns more, the teacher or the taught?” “That’s one question, anyway.” “It’s the one that interests me right now.” She could tell Jen wasn’t into … Continue reading →

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Not Quite Stood Up

Posted on August 26, 2013 by sputterpub

You want me to admit my imperfection, but how can I confess I’m never what I never claimed to be? It’s your selection of me as a gypsy must be shut away as incorrect. Admit? Too weak for me, for … Continue reading →

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Pushing Through the Pain

Posted on August 23, 2013 by sputterpub

Remembering the birth day of my son – I had to get that baby out of me. His shoulders stuck, and I had only one more pushing chance at good delivery. That’s when the doctor looked into my eyes and … Continue reading →

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Octrave

Posted on August 22, 2013 by sputterpub

Funny how some customs start. Octrave began with a rant Olivia delivered to her friend Kris, who laughed so sincerely that Olivia wrote it up for her blog. It tumbled then into local popularity, was test-driven in Berkeley, and soon … Continue reading →

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