Author Archives: sputterpub

Disneyland Visit, September 2001

Posted on September 24, 2012 by sputterpub

There may just be a Disney dance, where staff at thrill attractions have to switch their place so when each rider exits, as the laugh or gasp releases, there’s a different face to monitor the trade. Does that make fun … Continue reading →

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Editorial

Posted on September 21, 2012 by sputterpub

A thousand poems this weekend I reviewed; a myriad of metered monographs have filled my time and sent my attitude to proud embarrassment, self-conscious laughs, and growing confidence. Oh, I read those I should discard, but there are dozens more … Continue reading →

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The Club House (End)

Posted on September 20, 2012 by sputterpub

The building was white, one tall story, and rectangular. It was only about twenty feet deep but it seemed five times that wide. It didn’t have a proper loft – more of a hay mezzanine – but Vickie and Beth … Continue reading →

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The Club House (Middle)

Posted on September 19, 2012 by sputterpub

It was unfortunate about the unreliability of Vickie J’s parents’ absences, because otherwise her house would have suited the three girls best. Her father had a wonderful hidden collection of magazines with provocative pictures, and her mother had fine clothes … Continue reading →

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The Club House (Beginning)

Posted on September 18, 2012 by sputterpub

They made an unlikely gang. Unalike and not likeable. But they dressed the same (in tank tops and Koret™ shorts) and they spoke in code (transistor radiospeak), and if they hadn’t been white suburban girls in 1963 they might have … Continue reading →

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Repavement

Posted on September 17, 2012 by sputterpub

UNEVEN PAVEMENT SURFACE say the signs on Cedar Street to slow the drivers down, so cars proceeding westward in their lines and stopping at the corner, seem to bow like courtiers before their sovereign, an octagon of cautionary red, until … Continue reading →

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Already Autumn

Posted on September 14, 2012 by sputterpub

Already autumn seasons us, with darts of scarlet fallen leaves and crispy air. The nights befall us earlier. It starts to hint of winter brevity. Compare the light at 6 PM to just three weeks ago, and note the recent … Continue reading →

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Musing on Mesopotamia (End)

Posted on September 13, 2012 by sputterpub

Yaya loved working with her mother, but she thought she had to work too hard. Meshie was older and stronger than she, but he didn’t have to do as much. It seemed to Yaya that this was only because he … Continue reading →

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Musing on Mesopotamia (Middle)

Posted on September 12, 2012 by sputterpub

Mesopotamia, the land “between the rivers,” invented writing. They didn’t do it for religious or artistic purposes, or even to improve communication. They were record-keepers. They established writing so they could maintain commercial information. They shaped the wheel so they … Continue reading →

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Turn

Posted on September 11, 2012 by sputterpub

I’m hypercritical of her or him. I pick apart the problem hurting you. Distinguishing the foliage from limb is play for me; I penetrate. It’s true my skill identifying right from wrong impresses even I who know it best. I … Continue reading →

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