Author Archives: sputterpub

Death

Sarcastic death, ironic circumstance: The wit may be divine that’s also mean, undignified or futile, and the dance the reaper leads is not a noble scene. Or if it is, its rareness makes it so – heroic, tragic, borne as … Continue reading

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Ob(li)vious

Sometimes a thing will jump out at you, fresh, and let you see it like you never did before. It’s usually a fortunate occurrence, and with me it happens most often regarding words. Maybe that’s just because I pay so … Continue reading

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Bath vs Shower

The grandmas weren’t engaged in any sort of sales campaign. They never had a goal to convince outsiders to adopt their values. Most didn’t give a fig how others cleaned themselves. But every community contains firebrands and opinion-holders. The pro-bath … Continue reading

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Burp

A self-protecting soul projecting “no” was dining with a spirit whining “why?” But psyches in full broadcast couldn’t grow into coherence or compose reply. And that was that; there’s nothing more to feel except the indigestion from that meal.

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Impatient

Impatient was the word I used to use to indicate that eagerness, the rush to put ideas in play. You must excuse my ignorance (I know enough to blush for it). I cannot be a patient one; I won’t sustain … Continue reading

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Alchemy (Part 4 of 4)

They didn’t argue at lunch yesterday. Karen never got around to disagreeing with anything, and Alice restrained herself. In the 15 months since they’d seen one another Karen had acquired diagnoses of hypertension and diabetes, and Alice attempted to be … Continue reading

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Alchemy (Part 3 of 4)

Alice long ago chose to be self-determined instead of what her parents seemed to see. She decided that she knew at least as much about what was good for her as anyone else, and she was going to choose how … Continue reading

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Maeta’s Fable: Learning to Lie

When Goofus and Gallant were seven years old, they were both pretty good with their yo-yos. Each could walk the dog, and Gallant had already mastered half a dozen other tricks. Goofus wasn’t as successful with the fancy stuff, but … Continue reading

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Siren

What better food than this can any give? Which nourishment will cater to you more? I offer this to you if you would live: a pint of love, a quart respect, a score allowing dance, inviting harmony, exploring where you … Continue reading

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Item One

The obligation of intelligence is first to nurture self in sanity and happiness, employing common sense (which is a rare and special quality) to find and hold the center’s golden rule and grounded well, to then adventure out exploring, growing, … Continue reading

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