Category Archives: Aging

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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Glimpses into the Obvious

Posted on September 12, 2026 by sputterpub

If I collect the stanzas labeled “aging,”I’ll have a chapbook I don’t want to read.For though I’m daily surveying and gaugingthe physical conditions that impedemy customary habits, and the bleedof dashing brain discernment, it’s enoughto jot and type and edit. … Continue reading →

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Slow Rouse

Posted on September 11, 2026 by sputterpub

One hundred minutes passed since I arosefrom bed, and in that time of gentle moveI drank two mugs of coffee and I choseto sit and solve six puzzles. I improveas if I’ve shed ten years. Some vigor flows.I’m jotting this … Continue reading →

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More Living and Learning

Posted on September 10, 2026 by sputterpub

At 3 or 4 a.m. the pain began.I woke aware of ache in my right arm.When no position worked, I did a scanof yesterday, and couldn’t pinpoint harm –no fall or bump or twist or straining span.Then I remembered yoga … Continue reading →

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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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