Author Archives: sputterpub

City of Light

Describe the light, insists the prod within, that makes the city famous. Paris lit electrically, like varnish on live skin, does not impress this visitor a bit. But something in the valley of the Seine makes sunlight feel two miles … Continue reading

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DOMA

“There’s no doubt about it. Just look around you. Gay couples obviously make the best parents. They’re the ones adopting the older kids and the mixed race babies, and look how well they do.” “Come on – it can’t be … Continue reading

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Snit

I chipped away at chores the last three days, collected calm and tried to do things right. I watched my mouth in speech and eating ways, so why are my green trousers feeling tight? That doing right repays me well … Continue reading

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(S)laughter

“I’m sorry, but I just don’t like your laugh.” “What do you mean?” “I’ve tried to get over this, but it irritates me. It sounds phony.” “Phony? How can you say that?! If I were putting it on, don’t you … Continue reading

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Morpheus

Insidious as time is, sneaking days by us, accumulating weeks to years, digesting us entirely in ways a snake would envy (how it disappears like clockwork – now is then and will is would), that powerful is Morpheus, that steep, … Continue reading

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Sarchasm V (V Parts)

Evie had to have surgery on the ankle. They put a pin in it and couldn’t promise a complete mend. As part of her hospital care they ran a bone density scan and she learned that she does have some … Continue reading

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Sarchasm IV (V Parts)

After she told me about the molestation I realized that Evie dated Jessie’s weight gain from then. And maybe it was a classic case of using fat as sexual defense. But it might just have been self-medication and a way … Continue reading

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Oppositives

The qualities that fired us to bond at 17 encourage us to nap at 55. More powerful than rhino horn were common tastes; between our nods we agitated love alive. “Too cool!” “Get out!” We each the other’s sentence could … Continue reading

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Sarchasm III (V Parts)

That was the day I learned about the molestation. I don’t know why Evie never told me about it when it happened, but we sat down with coffee right after Jessie stomped off and Evie started talking. A decade earlier … Continue reading

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Sarchasm II (V Parts)

The shock to me about Jessie, when I noticed her a year ago, was her size. She has thick mahogany hair and a creamy complexion, but all I saw was body. For a person who started out so small and … Continue reading

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