Category Archives: Aging

Unteaching

Posted on April 7, 2025 by sputterpub

A day of listening produced new thought.I spent it with my darling talk-starved kid.As soon as I inclined to speak, I caughtmyself, and paused to let her fill the spacebetween us. That relaxed me some, and broughta bit of happy … Continue reading →

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Sanctuary Thoughts

Posted on April 6, 2025 by sputterpub

In public meditation Friday night,two motivations soon arose in me:accepting age’s change to feel all right,and helping others triumph presently.To work to comprehend fragility,adopt a goal protective, thorough, smart,and listen to each loved one patiently –describes the message mind received … Continue reading →

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Strange Estrangement

Posted on April 4, 2025 by sputterpub

I’d rather you not tell your partner my negative news.But I don’t intend to request that you muzzle your speech.So I guess I’ll keep my own counsel, and play my own bluesso softly no murmurs your brotherly eardrums will reach.

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Well, Unwell

Posted on April 3, 2025 by sputterpub

The test results I read have knocked me some.My posture and my exercise inclinedme to assume, although I know that’s dumb.But I did not expect the rig to findhip bones appropriate for flight. I’m numb,and need some time to set … Continue reading →

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A Week Before Travel

Posted on March 28, 2025 by sputterpub

Ten years ago, it took a day or twofor head colds to progress from throat to nose.But owing now to age or maybe newvariety of virus, most a weekof drippy throat besets before I brewvoice-changing clog and heated heavy head.Right … Continue reading →

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Tuesday Trivia

Posted on March 25, 2025 by sputterpub

It isn’t that I’m ill or feeling bad.Most things are going well. I’m getting restand needs are met, but lately I have hadsome incidents online that turned me stressedto telephone and text, and they’ve compressedmy meditations and deflected meto staggered … Continue reading →

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Cold Stew

Posted on March 23, 2025 by sputterpub

My house is cold. A door cannot be closedthat’s been removed today to be restained.There’s sun but it is colder than supposed.My comfort can’t be suitably sustainedunless I sit by fireside, red-nosedand ruddy-cheeked, my temperature maintainedbut not my temper. I’m … Continue reading →

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Renewing

Posted on March 22, 2025 by sputterpub

Two days a week committed to anointmy cheeks and brow with cream that has “Renew-ing” in its name, I wonder what’s the point?There really isn’t much that one can donon-surgically, but even so it’s trueI have the time and purchase … Continue reading →

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Thursdays

Posted on March 21, 2025 by sputterpub

My days of fullest liberty are two.On Monday and on Thursday I am freeto pick whatever things I want to do,without requests from friends or familyor specialists with care for their purview.And Monday’s nice, but Thursday’s come to bemy favorite, … Continue reading →

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Kneeing

Posted on March 19, 2025 by sputterpub

I’ve grown so ancient I can twist my kneein bed, alone at 3 a.m., awakeperhaps to turn my head, perhaps to pee,for probably no reason but the quakethat 7 decades plus has put in meto catch short dreams and recollections … Continue reading →

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