Author Archives: sputterpub

A Sense of Place (1/3)

Posted on January 8, 2013 by sputterpub

I’m indigenous to this continent, but I am not Native American. Unlike the wives, I pump the blood of neither Creek nor Sioux. I am a product of the distilled gene pool. I am a Jew. But I was born … Continue reading →

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Imagine

Posted on January 7, 2013 by sputterpub

Imagine charming human of my dreams: a prince of thieves of anger who appears and takes my rage because he knows what seems a storm is sterling hurt and golden tears. Imagine someone smart enough to know that being well … Continue reading →

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Too Good to Be True

Posted on January 4, 2013 by sputterpub

Once upon a time a story made by some creative poet literal, explained so cleverly it didn’t fade; it fit so well it seemed to say it all. And so the story passed from mouth to ear until another maker … Continue reading →

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Who Would You Rather Do?

Posted on January 3, 2013 by sputterpub

I don’t think I’m revealing any deep secret, but there’s a thought game we girls sometimes play. We ask each other who would we rather f _ _ k, and the choice is never palatable. The questioner picks two characters … Continue reading →

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Maeta’s Fable: Retirement Plans

Posted on January 2, 2013 by sputterpub

As expected, Goofus and Gallant got jobs after college. Goofus stashed his liberal arts degree in the bottom of the footlocker he used as a coffee table, and went to work in a succession of retail situations. His favorite stint … Continue reading →

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Borrowed

Posted on December 31, 2012 by sputterpub

Just give an inch and she will take a yard. Isn’t that a line they used for all of us before we got our fancies jarred? Today in mid-life dullness I recall the phrase and feel it twist about on … Continue reading →

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Talk

Posted on December 28, 2012 by sputterpub

I said a simple sentence yesterday and you appeared to hear – you gave okay as if you understood my point of view and took my words and feeling to be true. But I am sadly certain in my guess … Continue reading →

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Going (2 of 2)

Posted on December 27, 2012 by sputterpub

My old friend Glen. I can see him skinny at 13, playing Casino with me nightly across one of his twin beds, dealing to the playlist that rocked out of his new transistor radio. He was consumed then with curiosity … Continue reading →

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Going (1 of 2)

Posted on December 26, 2012 by sputterpub

If you don’t know where you’re going… …any road will get you there. Great line, huh? I heard it at a conference. I know who said it then but she attributed it to someone else, so I can’t take or … Continue reading →

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Diorama

Posted on December 24, 2012 by sputterpub

Inside the TV set, behind the screen of the computer, through the oblong glass the windshield is, its surface daily-clean, through scaffolds on electrons fueled or gas, there moves a little picture of the world with finite boundaries and pleasant … Continue reading →

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