Author Archives: sputterpub

Epi (A Preposition)

When I was young, I always looked ahead. Anticipating power when I grew, as soon as I knew one day I’d be dead I started listing things I had to do before my end: have sex with more than one; … Continue reading

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Simple Wisdom

“Don’t eat desserts,” my grandma said to me, when I first tried to diet at fourteen. “Avoid potatoes, bread and corn. You’ll see results if you don’t go for snacks between good meals.” But I eschewed her strategy: preferring science … Continue reading

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Tired Day

Today’s a tired day. I must admit I’m feeling every decade of my age. And that’s okay – in fact, appropriate, for I have overdone by any gauge: at first in travel far beyond my nest, and then in catching … Continue reading

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Sensible

Anticipating missing plumbing, bed, the food my fussy appetite demands, I went to earth reluctantly. Instead of rough conditions, I had calmer hands, more restful sleep, a better moving gut, than what I am accustomed to at home. I ate … Continue reading

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Tripping

Uncertain about toilets, sleeping rough, the river work, the weather, and the wet, I valued sibling benefits enough to purchase neoprene and risk regret. We rafted down a canyon fifty miles, engorged in desert, walled in stone and glass. We … Continue reading

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Five Days

Five days away from Internet and phone exceeded expectation. We fifteen had solitude where no one was alone except for shitting minutes. In between the rafting, we conversed or dined or slept without alarms or heartburn. Global news could not … Continue reading

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No Question

A human life’s too short to comprehend the purpose of existence. What we see is just a slice of time and space. The end defies our wisdom like infinity. We needn’t solve the question to survive to reproduce our traits … Continue reading

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