Category Archives: Aging

Baggage

Posted on September 3, 2026 by sputterpub

I set up home for comfort, and I loveto linger here, in theory and in fact.This one-room cottage fits me like a glove,and nowhere tops its power to attractmy steps. But coming days and weeks impactmy inclination – I will … Continue reading →

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About Last Night

Posted on September 2, 2026 by sputterpub

I fretted for too long on money stuff,regarding one too old to govern well.And to his health I sunk more than enoughof time last night to sink in slumber’s spell.I gave too many minutes to the toughremembrance of a name. … Continue reading →

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Dubious

Posted on August 30, 2026 by sputterpub

The test results are nothing scary yet.The liquid levels seem for now okay.And re: the scan, they opted to forgetthe number from a year ago. They say“recalibration,” but I think it maybe covering. I’m doubtful they are crooks,but faced with … Continue reading →

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Reflecting

Posted on August 28, 2026 by sputterpub

The words my grown-ass daughter said to me,intended not to hurt but make a point,seemed harsh and cold and uttered needlessly,but weren’t voiced to batter or disjoint.She learned the strategy at my own knee(I never meant an heiress to anoint).I … Continue reading →

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A Thigh Thing

Posted on August 27, 2026 by sputterpub

I felt a novel ache in thigh last week –a hamstring thing I think that time will fix.But what do I know? Did I muscle tweak?Or does this come with seventy and six?Creative worry – do my vessels leak?Is this … Continue reading →

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Time with I and S

Posted on August 26, 2026 by sputterpub

Well that was new – the daughter joined our throng,and sat by me and talked all dinner through.She didn’t play the anti-social song.Well, that was new. And two days in the dad revealed some trueimpressions of his past. With ping … Continue reading →

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Fictionals

Posted on August 25, 2026 by sputterpub

I once imagined my ex-husband’s mom,when she was young and hadn’t been long wed.The process fused to detonate a bombof understanding. Afterwards, insteadof harboring disdain and nursing grief,I wrote a story as I gave some thoughtto motivation. Fiction bore belief;by … Continue reading →

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Hyperhydro

Posted on August 20, 2026 by sputterpub

I overhydrated on Tuesday last.I had a blood draw per the doc’s demand.Instructions said to undergo a fast– not even tea or coffee their command.I drank hot water as the hours passedtill I could bare my arm. That’s how I … Continue reading →

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Clear Coffee

Posted on August 19, 2026 by sputterpub

I start each day with mugs of coffee still.I’m old, but it does not upset my gut.My hand may quiver some, but I don’t spillthe liquids I convey. I’m happy, butthree times a year or so I have to stillthe … Continue reading →

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Elusion

Posted on August 15, 2026 by sputterpub

It’s probable that I have ducked his cold.I saw him three days after symptoms reared.I didn’t wear a mask but didn’t holdhim in a sibling hug, and when he nearedI tried to sit at distance. I controlledaffection but concern of … Continue reading →

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