Category Archives: Love

Granding

Posted on January 20, 2020 by sputterpub

I loved a rubber doll when I was five so fervently that I would bite her head. I always knew the toy was not alive – my passion didn’t harm her, but it bred in me awareness that emotions could … Continue reading →

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Revisits

Posted on January 3, 2020 by sputterpub

As I review assorted escapades of youth, of 12, 16, and 21, I clearly see they feature tones and shades of sexual predation. What was done was never charged: too mild then and, too, I thought myself mature and strong … Continue reading →

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Love Among Young Cousins

Posted on December 18, 2019 by sputterpub

The gentleman was young and shy and sweet. The lady was his junior by four years. His attitude was courtly, hers replete with burning quests for answers. It appears that theirs were kindred minds, but unmatched themes in fact. Their … Continue reading →

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Love is a Symptom

Posted on August 15, 2019 by sputterpub

With love the subject of the poems and songs, and love the object people crave the most, philosophers assume that love belongs atop the list of human wants. A host of minds agree on that, excluding mine. We know our … Continue reading →

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Asphalt Too

Posted on April 29, 2019 by sputterpub

I wanna meet a millionaire on BART (for certain that’s a prize I won’t obtain). Attractive, tall and well beyond the start of Medicare, he’ll choose to ride the train because he hates to drive on crazy roads, who walks … Continue reading →

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Hard of Hearing

Posted on May 7, 2018 by sputterpub

“What do you want from life?” she asked. He said “To live with you, smoke ganja every day, and dance in sunlight naked.” But instead of simple listening, she found a way to make his words motif and metaphor that … Continue reading →

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Presence

Posted on May 3, 2018 by sputterpub

I held my sense in fairly high esteem when I was 21. I thought I knew myself and him, for I distinguished seem from is and ought. If anything, I grew indignant when I felt I wasn’t heard. I needed … Continue reading →

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