Author Archives: sputterpub

So Far . . .

Posted on January 22, 2013 by sputterpub

I haven’t compiled a resume. I haven’t made a cold call. I haven’t added any initials to my name. I’ve never entered a WalMart. I haven’t joined AARP.

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Presumption

Posted on January 21, 2013 by sputterpub

The Rasta man says I and I for we (who celebrates the sunset as he davens to the beat). He enterprises individually (ganja loving spirit sunning lion won’t eat meat). The Ethiopian colors crown his mane (against the black the … Continue reading →

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Cards

Posted on January 18, 2013 by sputterpub

The Jack’s a varlet also called a knave. The Queen’s iconic woman, as we know. The King’s a power card – the rule book gave him influence the chess board can’t bestow. The other cards don’t show us any face, … Continue reading →

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Rumination

Posted on January 17, 2013 by sputterpub

Hum thunder Shine lightning and rain on my head Saliva is butter and forage is bread No matter the weather I chew and digest No question I answer I couldn’t care less

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Blob (2/2)

Posted on January 16, 2013 by sputterpub

Amy, Nancy, and Jill liked the liquor store the best. It was at the end of the string of shops, the farthest from the grocery store, and it was unexceptional except for two things: candy and the contest. The grocery … Continue reading →

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Blob (1/2)

Posted on January 15, 2013 by sputterpub

Amy was three. She watched her parents pack up and then they followed the moving van to their new home. They drove there in the big silver Chrysler, and Amy clamored to stand in her usual place, between her parents … Continue reading →

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Tantrum

Posted on January 14, 2013 by sputterpub

“I hate your dad,” my lover said to me while pacing back and forth across our room, her body tense with vehemence, her face forsaking beauty for outrageous rage. “He damaged you – conditioned you to be a wordless friend … Continue reading →

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Queries

Posted on January 11, 2013 by sputterpub

What mean we when we say American? Exactly what’s included and what’s not when we refer to us and who we’ve been, and what is meant when we say melting pot? Do candlemakers use them for their craft? Or is … Continue reading →

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A Sense of Place (3/3)

Posted on January 10, 2013 by sputterpub

I walked down the hill to my place, where I intended to enjoy a half hour in my overstuffed armchair, with a heated herb-filled neck pillow around my nape, before the invasion of the wives. That’s how I thought of … Continue reading →

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A Sense of Place (2/3)

Posted on January 9, 2013 by sputterpub

I take the train in the morning and the bus at night. I’d take the bus both ways, but I leave too late for the last AM express, and the local is a long run. I prefer the bus. It’s … Continue reading →

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