Author Archives: sputterpub

You Think You’re Always Right

That’s an accusation I frequently don’t hear. But I see it on some faces. And I heard it so many times when I was young that I can connect that face with those words. It’s just not true. I know … Continue reading →

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Entomology Etymology

Sure mariposa is a lovely word, and psyche packs provocative surprise, but I declare the English name’s absurd that calls fantastic insects butterflies. How do we from the dairy designate a creature so refined it sips the bloom and flits … Continue reading →

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Buying Heinz

I heard an item on the nightly news last week. I wasn’t paying close attention and I haven’t researched any of the details, but I don’t think that matters. The report mentioned a sale of the Heinz company. That good … Continue reading →

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House of Clouds

It’s tough to find a balance to rely upon, but never hard to see its beauty, so I’ll endeavor to identify the equilibrium of fun and duty. For then I’ll know how much to give to me, how much to … Continue reading →

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Misdemeanors (2 of 2)

And so it came to pass. The friends decided they should limit their action to just one of Melissa’s corners. Rose put in the work order and although the city crew of three didn’t see any obvious problem with the … Continue reading →

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Misdemeanors (1 of 2)

Melissa was irritated even before she left her place. She hadn’t slept well. She discovered when she pulled on her new tights that she’d accidentally purchased control-top. And then she chipped her favorite coffee mug. She was eating peach yogurt … Continue reading →

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Day Guard

“Hmm,” Dr G said to me while he carefully picked into my periodontal pockets. “I don’t think you want to start in on all the cosmetic stuff, but have you considered a night guard?” I started seeing Dr G 15 … Continue reading →

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Perio

Severe advanced disease. She heard the phrase with dumb surprise – she didn’t understand her case to be so bad. Just sixty days ago she learned the first of it: two grand she spent on scraping and it made her … Continue reading →

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Doubt & Drought

I love the sound of rain. I’m happy when I hear it hit above me, see it pock in puddles, watch it wash the streets again. While others talk about their inner clock I sense a fast barometer in me. … Continue reading →

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Gossamer (Part 5 of 5)

(9) Jenny was still on the phone when Jeff went into his study. He’d already talked to his parents and Linda, just because they were together and his mother insisted, and he wasn’t particularly interested in watching Jenny fend off … Continue reading →

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