Author Archives: sputterpub

Sketch

Posted on April 10, 2012 by sputterpub

A clumsy brother at MacArthur woke too late to exit well – he forced the door one two three times, as needlessly he spoke to someone asking did the seat or floor retain possessions none of us could see. Conspicuous … Continue reading →

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Snug

Posted on April 9, 2012 by sputterpub

“You can get a meal at any McDonalds, but when you’re sick to your stomach you need your bathroom.” “Wow …That’s so true! Good one,” Sadie said, nodding her head and increasing the depth of her crow’s feet wrinkles while … Continue reading →

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After Laughter Slaughter

Posted on April 6, 2012 by sputterpub

“I loathe your laugh,” my lover said to me and I should then have pushed him toward the door, for love becomes impossibility when it demands that you abrade your core. Instead we argued, haggled, made a word an effigy … Continue reading →

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Finding the Fun in Funeral (3 of 5)

Posted on April 5, 2012 by sputterpub

I was a liar, too. Usually I told untruths to improve the story rather than to duck blame, which is a justification about as worthy as not making money at one’s crime. When I was seven I claimed I’d spun … Continue reading →

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Finding the Fun in Funeral (2 of 5)

Posted on April 4, 2012 by sputterpub

My brother John was born when I was 2½ years old. He was a difficult baby. He came with crooked feet so he spent his first several months with casts on his tiny legs. He was bluish at birth and … Continue reading →

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Bing

Posted on April 3, 2012 by sputterpub

At one end of the bridge in her backyard, she sits and eats the cherries picked today and quickly rinsed before they made their hard and swollen, tartly sweet-fleshed, sun-plumped way into her mouth. She stops to look at one: … Continue reading →

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Finding the Fun in Funeral (1 of 5)

Posted on April 2, 2012 by sputterpub

I’m really a rotten person. My mother was totally right. I’m selfish and lazy and even nasty. It takes one to know one – that’s how I can spot the phonies and users. (I’d avoid this whole deal if I … Continue reading →

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Citrus

Posted on March 30, 2012 by sputterpub

As sour as a lemon is my mood and murkier; a lemon is more clean. I’m battling an acrid attitude, besieged by crankiness and feeling mean. But here’s a treat I didn’t think I’d have: a 5-car train provides me … Continue reading →

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The Bad Patient (Conclusion)

Posted on March 29, 2012 by sputterpub

They had to walk single file between trees for a minute or two. They came to an open space overlooking the rocky cove, and they paused. Spot investigated gopher holes; his tail swept the air like a metronome. “Anyway … … Continue reading →

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The Bad Patient (Part III of IV)

Posted on March 28, 2012 by sputterpub

Isabelle was looking straight ahead as they walked but she caught some movement in her peripheral vision and turned to the right. “Is that Rusty-the-slut?” Rosie peered where Isabelle faced. A tall figure was moving away from a parked silver … Continue reading →

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