Monthly Archives: August 2022

Sex

I think I wasn’t very good at sex,she stated recently, age 70.As if there were tutorials, complex,athletic, something like pornography.As if a mate who does my man expectshis way with her to mimic his with me.I wonder they don’t know, … Continue reading

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Friendly Racket

The cottage where I live is in a yardbehind a big brown-shingled Berkeley boxcontaining four apartments. It’s not hardto relish quiet, rarely needing locks,for I’m unseen, unheard, just on my guardenough. It’s seldom anybody knocks.But lately maintenance work in front … Continue reading

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Too Old to Level Up

My bedtime habits were unchanged last night.The hour was the usual, the bedas comfortable as ever, and the lightno brighter than the customary glow.Yet sleep was slow to come to me. No frightor worry filled my mind, but drowsy dreamssuccessively … Continue reading

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Sleep Position

A side sleeper since I was 17,I used the port side of the marriage bedand didn’t know how much that choice would mean(no matter where we moved we kept our edge).When we divorced I switched, and then was seenby kids … Continue reading

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Metering Me

There isn’t any need to hurry.Fortune is deferring worry.Favors I don’t have to curry.Though my vision’s often blurrythat’s from floaters, quite benign.I can now afford a soft decline.

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Moving Gently

The disconnect between my mirror faceand how it feels within has grown so vast,I’m nearly into dodging any placereflecting my own visage back to me.But first I’ll try to cultivate some grace(imagining the worse the future holds).I’ll practice balance and … Continue reading

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Kindergarten

My buddy started big-kid school last week.He trotted off without a backward glance.But he was up before his clock could speak,and after school his bowels marked his pants(who’s not since birth endured that circumstance).He’s brave, and teeming with intelligence,but probably … Continue reading

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Patter

Historically, our summer’s always dry.The sprinklers rise and spray three times a weekat 7 in the morning. That’s when Istay close to them – their sound is not unique,but mimics rain on garden plants. The skydenies us irrigation, fires wreakus … Continue reading

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Wind Watcher

He left her years ago, his final breathexhaled in mid-October of aught-six.She’s been an active widow since his death,who tries to exercise and shop and fixmost any soul she meets. A thing she picksto focus on, outside her maladies,the subject … Continue reading

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To JAA

You need to tell your mother what you feel.I see your face and recollect how wellyour uncle spoke when he made his appeal.You need to tell. I used to rage. You should have heard me yellwhen I was middle-aged. My … Continue reading

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