Author Archives: sputterpub

Maeta’s Fable: Hard Work

Posted on October 22, 2012 by sputterpub

Goofus and Gallant were given exactly the same items to acquire. It isn’t that surprising – their mothers had always been close friends, and the two women agreed about some of the snacks they liked to include in their pantries. … Continue reading →

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Recollection

Posted on October 19, 2012 by sputterpub

I fed my lap with toddler tush commuting to the west. Remember that? I told myself I would. The bus’s back, the northern side, the day one of our best: I knew the moment for its perfect good. For I … Continue reading →

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Relativity (End)

Posted on October 18, 2012 by sputterpub

Bill was almost as old as Max, and Keith was 15 years younger. When Sunrise ran strong they’d both been hounds, with Bill cruising the older women and Keith panting after the young ones. Keith was only 20 when he … Continue reading →

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Relativity (Middle)

Posted on October 17, 2012 by sputterpub

Robert left in 1977. Max sent him away. He assigned Robert to San Francisco, to start a group with a woman named Kell, and after Kell allowed sex Robert wanted to marry her. She refused marriage but permitted sex as … Continue reading →

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Relativity (Beginning)

Posted on October 16, 2012 by sputterpub

The mystery at Sunrise lasted four and a half days. A group of old hippies reunited on a Friday and it was all over by Tuesday night. Robert said he was the catalyst but actually he brought her. He drove … Continue reading →

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Encounter

Posted on October 15, 2012 by sputterpub

A pilgrim stopped me on my way to work and asked me what I couldn’t understand. Three times he spoke and twice his words were murk, till finally I gathered what he planned. His “P’otion?” was a traveler’s request for … Continue reading →

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Talking to Myself

Posted on October 12, 2012 by sputterpub

Beherding birds along the way to work, rehearsing words out loud to no one’s ear, bemused I dance a little to the perk of autumn peppering the atmosphere with crisp incursions into trees and dreams, lancets like hummingbirds imbibing sage. … Continue reading →

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Laurie (2 of 2)

Posted on October 11, 2012 by sputterpub

Alec and Cheryl wanted to stay together, for Liam and also for their second child just starting to gestate then. So they created a little space by sleeping apart. She and her growing belly remained in the big bed but … Continue reading →

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Laurie (1 of 2)

Posted on October 10, 2012 by sputterpub

It wasn’t until she was 12 years old that Cheryl Schwarzkopf really began to hate her name. Actually, by then she was a prolific reader; she used “detest,” “loathe,” and “abhor” instead of just “hate.” Her first name was bad … Continue reading →

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Manhole Cover

Posted on October 9, 2012 by sputterpub

When I decide to write a poem, I start to sweep inside myself, begin to sing iambically, and peer into my heart. The circle in the square’s a lovely thing that leaves four pointed corners where abide my dusty passions, … Continue reading →

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