Monthly Archives: December 2012

Myth

Posted on December 14, 2012 by sputterpub

The man is sky and woman is the earth; the night is bad and daytime is benign; Apollo sun, his sister moon: the birth of these ideas is obvious. Design a unicorn, but make him male and white, and have … Continue reading →

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Beau Jest (End)

Posted on December 13, 2012 by sputterpub

Beau attempted to do something with his classics degree at first. He subbed and then taught as a regular faculty member in a private K-8 school. He tried to start ten- and eleven-year olds on Latin. He beguiled kids with … Continue reading →

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Beau Jest (Middle)

Posted on December 12, 2012 by sputterpub

Beau developed his personality. He was naturally inclined to talk back and wisecrack, and he grew into telling and playing jokes. Especially in his association with Steve, it worked with the girls. Beau had his high school’s largest collections of … Continue reading →

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Beau Jest (Beginning)

Posted on December 11, 2012 by sputterpub

Some people say golf is the hardest sport to master. Some say it isn’t a sport at all. It’s like cilantro that way; folks seem to have strong opinions about it. Almost from their infancies, Steve Andreini loved the game … Continue reading →

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Grooves

Posted on December 10, 2012 by sputterpub

Impressed by narrow chest behind me when we exited the opera’s airy tier, I hyper-noticed he was present then and wondered if he angled to be near. Of all the things we talked of with our food, I recollect the … Continue reading →

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Future

Posted on December 7, 2012 by sputterpub

The point is made, the argument succeeds: There’s likely lots of future left for me. I’m bound to have experiences, needs corrupted or fulfilled. Most probably I’ll love again, and certainly I’ll cry. For sure there are tomorrows to be … Continue reading →

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Life of a House (Part 3 of 3)

Posted on December 6, 2012 by sputterpub

I overheard a bunch of Mom’s conversations with Ward when we lived at the Santa Maria. She wouldn’t let me swim at night and I couldn’t get too far from them in our rooms. I think I even heard their … Continue reading →

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Life of a House (Part 2 of 3)

Posted on December 5, 2012 by sputterpub

Red Cross Disaster Services moved us into a residential hotel. “Efficiency Suites” read the small sign to the right of the office door. Ours was on the third floor: a big living area with a kitchenette in the corner, followed … Continue reading →

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Life of a House (Part 1 of 3)

Posted on December 4, 2012 by sputterpub

It wasn’t too long after she did the math that Mom got rid of the car. For what it cost in insurance and maintenance, she figured we could rent one when needed. But it turned out that renting one was … Continue reading →

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Cautery

Posted on December 3, 2012 by sputterpub

I met him on the road where they repair who, twice divorced and 40ish, begin the shaking off forgiveness, dye their hair, admit their own confusion with chagrin. I thinking we could link a bit to share a leg or … Continue reading →

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