Category Archives: Aging

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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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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