Author Archives: sputterpub

The Baby and The Bathwater

Posted on March 21, 2012 by sputterpub

The bath drains used to be not so good. Sanitation science hadn’t been developed then. So city planners tried to overbuild; if something was good, then more had to be better. They made the drains much bigger than it turned … Continue reading →

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Equinox

Posted on March 20, 2012 by sputterpub

It’s difficult to write to any beat except the warming weather. Atmosphere is balm and tonic, throat-caressing, sweet, while groundward furling fronds and flowers spear the air with color, wear the morning dew of March with new erection, natal green. … Continue reading →

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Regurgitation (End)

Posted on March 19, 2012 by sputterpub

After a few hours everyone had been rebooked and bused to nearby motels. Each passenger was dispensed a small blue pack with a tiny tube of toothpaste, a pull-apart travel toothbrush and rudimentary shaving gear, and a coupon worth a … Continue reading →

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Bank

Posted on March 16, 2012 by sputterpub

The morning minutes get away around the list of my select eclectic jobs. I rise to write and exercise the hound and me, but something pressing always robs us of ten minutes here or thirty more to tend the house, … Continue reading →

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Regurgitation (Middle)

Posted on March 15, 2012 by sputterpub

In general, from fifth grade to 59, Lilah just didn’t go there. The few times she vomited involved alcohol, unconciousness, and the kindness of some fellow partiers. Except for the London trip. Lilah’s parents determined that they would celebrate their … Continue reading →

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Regurgitation (Beginning)

Posted on March 14, 2012 by sputterpub

  Lilah was never a good vomiter. Her whole family avoided the process, opting instead to suffer through the clutches of stomach cramps until the problem descended into their intestines, where they were all more comfortable about the issue. Of … Continue reading →

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Archaeology

Posted on March 13, 2012 by sputterpub

Commercial culture coexists with this – a scripted settlement in parallel, with automotive atmosphere, the kiss of poison fast food handling and the spell of household toxins. Pulled by ads to buy unworth to eat unhealth to dream of gold … Continue reading →

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SADS

Posted on March 12, 2012 by sputterpub

As early as the 19th century, some observers understood that humans are pouchless marsupials. They noted that it took nine months after birth before a baby person could move his or her little body enough to find the tit. It … Continue reading →

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Headache

Posted on March 9, 2012 by sputterpub

I felt the pressure first behind an eye and now it’s grown to band my brow again. I used to think I needed food, or try more water but I didn’t get it then. I didn’t see it was my … Continue reading →

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Current Events (End)

Posted on March 8, 2012 by sputterpub

It only got worse over the next two years. Bill and Mary had no more babies, partly on purpose but mostly because they rarely had sex after Eric. Bill started to dally with other women. He’d always been outgoing, chatting … Continue reading →

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