Author Archives: sputterpub

Current Events (Middle)

Posted on March 7, 2012 by sputterpub

They settled in Terra Vista, where Bill grew up. Mary came from a little town fifty miles inland, but she got to know Terra Vista in the three years she and Bill dated, and she liked it well enough. They … Continue reading →

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Line

Posted on March 6, 2012 by sputterpub

These arbitrary lines befuddle me: unnatural boundaries; symbolic fence. The limits we are taught ought not to be ordained unless from ordinary sense. However did you people so decide to separate experience and stress the difference in activities, divide the … Continue reading →

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Current Events (Beginning)

Posted on March 5, 2012 by sputterpub

Bill Essex is a news junkie. From birth he was interested in his surroundings and attentive to even his mother’s friends’ gossip, but he was bitten by the news bug in fifth grade. He had a good teacher then: one … Continue reading →

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My Generation

Posted on March 2, 2012 by sputterpub

History repeats itself, they say, but clearly this is sometimes false, because there has to be a first event, occasion, era, day, and first time isn’t subject to their laws. My generation hasn’t ever been before, these millions of us, … Continue reading →

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Anglo-Saxon Scenes (Part 4 of 4)

Posted on March 1, 2012 by sputterpub

The Hyge The thing of it was, they each thought they hugged too well to quit. It was as if they had an aesthetic obligation to continue, like a talented artist or a brilliant mind. Sometimes Robert put his arms … Continue reading →

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Anglo-Saxon Scenes (Part 3 of 4)

Posted on February 29, 2012 by sputterpub

The Feortan Jill’s stomach can tolerate just about anything. It’s her lower GI tract that punishes her when she overdoes. Her whole family was like that, and she’d grown up with so many references to flatulence that she used to … Continue reading →

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MDR

Posted on February 28, 2012 by sputterpub

Most folks around me seem to get along without a daily dose of satisfaction, so why do I believe it would be wrong to go to bed before it? My reaction to a day without a share of fun is … Continue reading →

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The Book of Bath

Posted on February 27, 2012 by sputterpub

It was never a religion. And its adherents were too old when they joined to form a gene pool; they weren’t a race. Although they were mostly women, they were nothing like witches. They weren’t a service club either. But … Continue reading →

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Moonlight Over 120

Posted on February 24, 2012 by sputterpub

The moon put shadows on the desert road like pools of night in dips of dry terrain that vanished when our headlights poked and showed us how it was: the asphalt gray again. As when a heated ribbon road appears … Continue reading →

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Anglo-Saxon Scenes (Part 2 of 4)

Posted on February 23, 2012 by sputterpub

The Bealcan Robert learned what heartburn was at 12, not long after a dinner of pancakes and orange juice. It felt like a burp coming on but it seemed to jam halfway up. His chest grew crowded and hot. He … Continue reading →

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