Author Archives: sputterpub

Stop

Posted on April 19, 2013 by sputterpub

I lately get the luxury of black and white instead of teasing tones in gray. I’ve too much on my plate – I see a stack of jobs, but there’s a path as clear as day: I have to move … Continue reading →

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O U Kid (Part 3 of 3)

Posted on April 18, 2013 by sputterpub

“You may be right,” Paula said. She took a few paces in silence and added, “When you think about everything a person has to learn from birth to adulthood, it’s a miracle if the kid has any good days at … Continue reading →

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O U Kid (Part 2 of 3)

Posted on April 17, 2013 by sputterpub

Peg was not hurt, but she’s a complainer. For the rest of the morning hike we had to hear about the chances of delayed symptoms of injury. And although it’s true that after that event, Peg didn’t walk the long … Continue reading →

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O U Kid (Part 1 of 3)

Posted on April 16, 2013 by sputterpub

“Once upon a time a child was born. Me. Upon a 1950 time. In New York City. “I was one of thousands of children born that day. One of hundreds in New York. One of dozens in that hospital. One … Continue reading →

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Questions and Answers

Posted on April 15, 2013 by sputterpub

For what is it assumed when I stay home I do not work, who’s known for working hard? And why when I report I wrote a poem, do many dread the jingle of a card? How came the custom to … Continue reading →

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Navigator

Posted on April 12, 2013 by sputterpub

My path of least resistance is of late a freeway to romantic fantasy. Imagining the way we’ll punctuate this talk is irresistible to me. Continuing our dialogue in mind the while I walk or work or rest or rush, I … Continue reading →

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Joy (Part 2 of 2)

Posted on April 11, 2013 by sputterpub

“It’s worked for me.” She startled at my voice. “Working I mean. The first half year I was married to Matt I didn’t have a job. Took to staying home and indulging in unhealthy habits. It got to where I … Continue reading →

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Joy (Part 1 of 2)

Posted on April 10, 2013 by sputterpub

She said, “People ought to be careful what they call their kids. I’m just now starting to learn how damaged I was by my nickname.” (Joy. She’s called Joy.) “I kept trying to live up to it. Always had to … Continue reading →

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Goose Summer

Posted on April 9, 2013 by sputterpub

I looked up “gossamer” some years ago, and I was charmed. But when I prepared to post a piece with that title recently, and searched for a picture on Google Images, no geese came up. I could feel the original … Continue reading →

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Ruler

Posted on April 8, 2013 by sputterpub

I start to learn the length and breadth of you, and every day I like a little more the message in your deep caress, and through your stroke a stretch I haven’t known before. You hold my neck with fingers … Continue reading →

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