Author Archives: sputterpub

Anglo-Saxon Scenes (Part 1 of 4)

Posted on February 22, 2012 by sputterpub

The Coss Their kiss was anything but cinematic. His mouth didn’t devour hers and she didn’t surrender. Their teeth clacked. They were old enough to do better. Robert was almost 60 and Jill had just turned 57. Each had been … Continue reading →

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Fortune

Posted on February 21, 2012 by sputterpub

I wonder: am I psychically inclined? A power fancy, but if it were true I’d get more pain than good, for I would find I’d have to give my nightmares credence too. It’s bad enough to have the blessings of … Continue reading →

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Exorcism

Posted on February 17, 2012 by sputterpub

I tried to exorcise your ghost today. I calculated (office work) and ate too much, engaged in solitary play, and overrode my bike – an hour straight I pedaled nowhere till my forehead gleamed with irksome sweat, upturned against the … Continue reading →

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Chartreuse

Posted on February 16, 2012 by sputterpub

The hue of growing oak is not as green as forests are on slopes or in my mind, and my attempt to catch in words the scene is vain as telling color to the blind. But it so fills my … Continue reading →

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Glockenspiel

Posted on February 15, 2012 by sputterpub

A thousand years or so ago, back when the village of Bath was settled by water-loving grandmas, a tiny culture was born. At no other time or place in recorded history was there such a concentration of like-minded bathers and, … Continue reading →

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Alone O’Clock

Posted on February 14, 2012 by sputterpub

The traffic has subsided and the TV screens are dark. The streetlights burn as brightly as the moon. The atmosphere’s delighted with the evening’s blue remark and midnight has agreed to be here soon. In my room I’m pressing for … Continue reading →

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Constructive Criticism

Posted on February 13, 2012 by sputterpub

I object. I have a complaint. I may not have any right to voice it, but that’s never shut me up before. I think I understand how evolution works. Natural selection has made sense to me since I first heard … Continue reading →

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Qualified Comfort

Posted on February 10, 2012 by sputterpub

I felt so low the other day I scared myself and others with explosive tears that welled up warm and overflowed and bared my cheeks as they exposed my pain and fears. So miserable was I and needy too, I … Continue reading →

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Notes

Posted on February 9, 2012 by sputterpub

Dad advised us not to take too many notes in school. He told us about his college days, sitting in a lecture hall, surrounded by other students who were trying to write down everything the professor said. They ended up … Continue reading →

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Bath

Posted on February 8, 2012 by sputterpub

In the olden days, in Northern Europe, people didn’t bathe much. There are legends about birthday and wedding day immersions – and those were it, till death invited the ritual cleansing of the corpse (typical backward tradition: care for the … Continue reading →

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