Author Archives: sputterpub

Nitwitness (4 of 5)

Posted on May 2, 2012 by sputterpub

Keith is a somewhat silent man, and Marnie mistook that for strength. They met when they were young and he was frisky; she didn’t notice in all the excitement that he was boring. After they settled down Keith did what … Continue reading →

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Place

Posted on May 1, 2012 by sputterpub

“How many blocks?” she queried with her foot upon the brake, “And what’s the street where I should make the turn?” I started to reply but then I realized it would take too long and luck as well for her to … Continue reading →

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Embroidery

Posted on April 30, 2012 by sputterpub

I went five days away from daily care and pitched a tent where I could feel the sky. I watched the silence as it drifted by. I read eternity’s erosive wear. I went into the desert, and while there I … Continue reading →

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The Glance

Posted on April 27, 2012 by sputterpub

It happened close to home. She passed the place for coffee, and upon the bench outside she noted one among a few: a face above a cup beneath gray hair that eyed her back and speechless said their private look … Continue reading →

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Nitwitness (3 of 5)

Posted on April 26, 2012 by sputterpub

They’d bicker more if it weren’t for the marijuana. They cut their freshmen brains on it, together at Cal in 1968. They’d smoke dope and play pool or do newspaper puzzles, or watch TV. Star Trek was first-run then, and … Continue reading →

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Nitwitness (2 of 5)

Posted on April 25, 2012 by sputterpub

They’re so different. Keith says he’s the kind of guy who notices what’s right in a situation, while Marnie sees what can be improved and likes to think about how to accomplish the makeover. That was true when they were … Continue reading →

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On Moving the Office to Oakland

Posted on April 24, 2012 by sputterpub

For nearly 40 years, I crossed the bay to work at clerking on an endless list, to slay the tasks that fund my final pay though they have cost me neck and eyes and wrist. And for the most part … Continue reading →

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Nitwitness (1 of 5)

Posted on April 23, 2012 by sputterpub

“Of course it makes a difference. Every little bit adds up.” Keith spoke even as he changed lanes again without signaling. “Yeah sure,” Marnie uttered with sarcasm. “Like five minutes in a two hour trip. Really. There was a study … Continue reading →

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Inventory

Posted on April 20, 2012 by sputterpub

Department stores have too much stock for me – I feel I’ll never get to see it all, so every time I buy turns out to be an almost accidental pick. I fall for something close so I can get … Continue reading →

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Olfactories (End)

Posted on April 19, 2012 by sputterpub

These walls do not a prison make. These bars inhibit not. I bide in my room which is not a cell, so full of warmth now that I radiate. I could be a space heater, a hot brick against your … Continue reading →

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