Author Archives: sputterpub

Impressions of a Week Wandering in Northern California and Northwestern Nevada

Posted on October 8, 2012 by sputterpub

The lacy metal steps are ladder-steep and chillier with each descending tread that takes us lower into lightless deep and still: the ice cave once a lava bed. The wooden ladder, slick with moss and ribbed by soft erosion, penetrates … Continue reading →

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Just Think

Posted on October 5, 2012 by sputterpub

Just think how quick the math would be, if pi could be exactly 3. Consider how society would flow if you and I should act our age and gender. Only now do we agree the rich should be in charge, … Continue reading →

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The Eyes of Abby Gray (3 of 3)

Posted on October 4, 2012 by sputterpub

Abby’s breasts didn’t bring her good fortune but her eyes did. The breasts got her lots of attention and countless free drinks, but the feeling of power she had in the parked cars and strange bedrooms turned out to be … Continue reading →

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The Eyes of Abby Gray (2 of 3)

Posted on October 3, 2012 by sputterpub

Abby entered high school with eyeglasses and a damaged reputation. She felt self-conscious about both. It didn’t matter what style of glasses she tried; her correction was so substantial that it made the Abby behind the lenses appear much smaller … Continue reading →

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The Eyes of Abby Gray (1 of 3)

Posted on October 2, 2012 by sputterpub

Her eyes were blue at birth and everyone expected they’d darken. Most white babies come with blue eyes, but Abby’s parents were brown-eyed brown-haired people of brown-eyed brown-haired stock, so her relatives all waited for the blonde fuzz to be … Continue reading →

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Hedonists

Posted on October 1, 2012 by sputterpub

When Epicurus came to lunch, he sat across from me and looked into my eyes. He didn’t eat enough to make him fat but what he chose impelled me with surprise to ask his reasoning: Why relish that instead of … Continue reading →

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DayTimer

Posted on September 28, 2012 by sputterpub

In 15 minute increments I chart my life of late – the circle is a chain of dashing lines. For every job gets part of me, with darts that sculpt my aging brain, and I’m at run unbalanced on a … Continue reading →

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September 24, 2001 (Part 3 of 3)

Posted on September 27, 2012 by sputterpub

The bleeding stopped but Bill had a headache. The top of his head throbbed beneath the bandage. He leaned against his workbench despairing a little, wishing the older kids would visit. But he knew that wasn’t going to happen right … Continue reading →

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September 24, 2001 (Part 2 of 3)

Posted on September 26, 2012 by sputterpub

Scalp wounds bleed. The way the blood came out of Bill’s head reminded Mary of the time Liz pierced her ear once too often. She went against direct parental orders with that hole in her cartilage, and Mary had thought … Continue reading →

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September 24, 2001 (Part 1 of 3)

Posted on September 25, 2012 by sputterpub

The timing was unfortunate, as far as Bill was concerned. Not that there was ever a particularly good time for war, but since it looked like they were going to have one, he wished he or his could participate in … Continue reading →

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