Author Archives: sputterpub

Settling on Stillness

Posted on June 12, 2025 by sputterpub

Like any animal, I note what moves.No matter if it’s predator or prey,attention’s caught by motion and behoovesat least alertness. Mostly I obey,but evolution sometimes disimproves,and veers from wisdom’s route so far away,I am resisting instinct’s pattern, tillI reap the … Continue reading →

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10 More Blocks

Posted on June 11, 2025 by sputterpub

I haven’t paced so far without a restin many months. I cannot recollectthe last time, and I never would have guessedit could be quite this easy. I’d expectto feel my knees – I wear an 8-pound vest –but I am … Continue reading →

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Many Steps

Posted on June 10, 2025 by sputterpub

Intending yesterday to walk todayto work, a trek I’ve made a time or three,I went to bed and rested, but the waymy legs at 3 am appeared to be –a little stiff and almost sore in knee –encouraged that I … Continue reading →

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Presbycusis

Posted on June 9, 2025 by sputterpub

Refusing hearing aids (we don’t know why),the conversation suffers even morethan when it simply angered me to cry(unfiltered and so harsh she was before).No matter how on telephone we tryto garner sense, it’s ever trending poor.In person even we can’t … Continue reading →

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Transfer Fail

Posted on June 8, 2025 by sputterpub

It wasn’t till I reached into my packto pull my wallet for the snacks in hand,that I perceived its absence. Round my backan empty pocket made me understandI had no wherewithal. But from my standI didn’t fret. I felt surprised … Continue reading →

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Bluggage

Posted on June 7, 2025 by sputterpub

I measured my old suitcase yesterday.Equipped with its dimensions, I then soughta case of like size and two wheels, the wayI like a bag designed, that can be broughtto lugging angle, tipped to follow, caughtby handle. I don’t need much … Continue reading →

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Now Two

Posted on June 6, 2025 by sputterpub

Now there are two pneumatic dragons whereI wait to board the bus for home. My viewcomprised a solo monster filled with air.Now there are two. I’ve never been inside the store, that’s true,and bend away from such, but as a … Continue reading →

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A Long Way Along

Posted on June 5, 2025 by sputterpub

Deliberately I walked a longer route,and shopped before embarking on the train.My need for exercise became acuteand happily I added steps. No painwas dogging me and yes, my aging brainreceives from ambulation benefit.At night I’ll run TV to entertain,but afternoon … Continue reading →

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Lost Grocery Arts

Posted on June 4, 2025 by sputterpub

Before the stores adopted scanning ways,when customers used cash, it wasn’t strangeto see employees ring the price one paysand be adept at calculating change.And as for bagging purchases these days,I’d have you note I walked, and so arrangethe items for … Continue reading →

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Might-a-Beens

Posted on June 3, 2025 by sputterpub

I thought I tucked my phone back in my bag.I crossed the street and then I heard a thunk.It’s luck I turned. It would have been a dragto miss that phone on sidewalk. I’d be sunkif I wore earbuds, or … Continue reading →

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