Author Archives: sputterpub

Xenometry

Posted on August 24, 2012 by sputterpub

A hypercube is called a tesseract and can’t exist in three or four dimensions. It floats imaginary and exact, an edifice of logical extensions that I can neither build nor draw nor see, nor picture in the certainty of prose, … Continue reading →

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The Book of J (Part V of V)

Posted on August 23, 2012 by sputterpub

The afternoon of Joel’s impromptu visit, we took a stroll. We left Emmet with Laura and wandered the perimeter of the place. We ended up in the small eucalyptus grove near the cow barn. I remember the dialogue vividly and … Continue reading →

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The Book of J (Part IV of V)

Posted on August 22, 2012 by sputterpub

Joel was in all ways manipulative, and he played the kitten card with exquisite skill. He’d managed to hear little Emmet’s mews exactly when they served to interrupt us on a slide into old argument. He had left me and … Continue reading →

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The Book of J (Part III of V)

Posted on August 21, 2012 by sputterpub

It was under the influence of that powder that Joel confided his secrets. There’s no telling if any of them were true. It was another mild evening, we were again in the Old City, and we’d been separated from our … Continue reading →

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(Ball and) Chain

Posted on August 20, 2012 by sputterpub

I guess I cut an anchor chain last week and watched it sink to sand without a sound, but I don’t want a moorage I don’t seek and longer at that tether would have drowned respect and swamped esteem beneath … Continue reading →

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Egocentricity

Posted on August 17, 2012 by sputterpub

The candle in my belly is a light beneath my heart, a battery my feet imbibe, a pole of ribbons lancing height as I expand extremities with heat self-generated. Higher now I grow, forever stretching energy I spin above the … Continue reading →

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The Book of J (Part II of V)

Posted on August 16, 2012 by sputterpub

Joel was from Indiana (you never know what motifs will fill your life – for some reason mine has been salted with Hoosiers). He said he’d studied several martial arts, which could have been true, but I doubted his claim … Continue reading →

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The Book of J (Part I of V)

Posted on August 15, 2012 by sputterpub

(You mean I never told you about Joel? He was one of the most colorful characters of my youth! He’s the source of the scalplock. The scalplock … Oh! I guess I’ve done such a good job keeping you out … Continue reading →

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Acolyte

Posted on August 14, 2012 by sputterpub

Ecstatic is the timbre of his voice, and manic is the rhythm and the tone he uses to describe his three days’ choice at midnight Sunday on the telephone. “Enthusiastic” sounds a pallid word that intimates but can’t surround his … Continue reading →

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Smoking in the Rain

Posted on August 13, 2012 by sputterpub

I don’t smoke cigarettes any more. But I enjoyed them for decades. I bought strong, filterless smokes, and I took in so many that I know I’ve compromised some of my bronchial function. Even so, when I hear ex-smokers aver … Continue reading →

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