Category Archives: Aging

Afternoon

Posted on October 4, 2026 by sputterpub

I’m teeming with well-merited fatigue.I left my San Francisco bed at five,and readied (doing puzzles) for the leagueof love called Cottage Club. We always thrivewith Switch and iPad screens, and on intriguesupplied by Dahl or Lewis. I reviveenough to journey … Continue reading →

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Not to Worry

Posted on September 30, 2026 by sputterpub

I’m channeling The Princess and The Pea.Instead of bed, I’m sensing in my neckan irritated spot that cautions meto sniff not blow. It’s like a tiny speckof incorrect two experts cannot seeor feel. I’ve had for years a movement checkleft … Continue reading →

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Introduction

Posted on September 28, 2026 by sputterpub

It’s like a trope – “I’ve never been this agebefore.” I say it often cause it’s true,and though we’ve books and references to gaugethe drastic strokes and lapses that accrue,I write about the minor stuff – a pageon aches or … Continue reading →

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Inspirational

Posted on September 26, 2026 by sputterpub

Concerned about his health at 68,for though he comes from hearty stock, he’s slowto move beyond a dog walk from his gatefor 15 minutes out and back, I knowif he’d put effort into air, he’d growan exponential way away from … Continue reading →

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Lost & Located

Posted on September 25, 2026 by sputterpub

I plucked my favorite tractor cap, and woreit several times to shield my face from sun.I centered it and walked out my front doorand, actually, I found it kind of fun.Protected (nose and hair), I looked for more –I thought … Continue reading →

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Dream Catching

Posted on September 24, 2026 by sputterpub

Awake 4 times before the sun arrives,and years beyond dope-smoking, means you getto screen a slew of dreams and what survivesyour surfacing are scenes that don’t upsetbut also don’t dissolve. You form archivesthat last at least until your throat is … Continue reading →

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Awe-full Days

Posted on September 21, 2026 by sputterpub

I recollect from someone in my youththat first the year begins but that the endfalls 10 days later. Can that be the truth?I can’t find evidence of it, but tendto grant it presence anyway, defendthe notion that it’s time to … Continue reading →

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Grapes (No Thanks)

Posted on September 19, 2026 by sputterpub

I thought on marriage several months ago.I’m not the only one who senses heromances an idea and chemistryattracts him yet, a bit. But he won’t throwhimself in risk or speak what he might know.Instead he’ll just esteem our history,mythologize a … Continue reading →

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Beau Geste

Posted on September 15, 2026 by sputterpub

On Labor Day the special project setby self for self without external nudge,was straightening the rug until it metthe edges of the oaken floor. To budgeits plush expanse required me to getthe loveseat off and trunk aside. I judgeit level, … Continue reading →

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Hat & Vest

Posted on September 14, 2026 by sputterpub

I extra-credit exercised. With veststrapped on I ambulated to the store.I even wore a tractor cap. It’s best,the doctor says: less hair these days means moreexposure to UV. I worked my chestand legs as well, till entering my door,I disengaged … Continue reading →

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