Category Archives: Aging

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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Don’t Mumble

Posted on March 17, 2025 by sputterpub

That Mom complains is seldom a surpriseto us who’ve watched her growing old so long,and know the woman lives to criticize.And as her hearing weekly dims, her strong“Don’t mumble” is the opposite of wise;it’s no big deal that attitude is … Continue reading →

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Artifact

Posted on March 13, 2025 by sputterpub

Although I wasn’t girly when a kid,as only daughter I assumed I knewmy mother’s rings and things. She never hidher stuff from me. And though she often threwaway her things (and mine), I had no cluethat something closeted or boxed … Continue reading →

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Good Cut

Posted on March 10, 2025 by sputterpub

My mother had no patience with my hair.When I was only 7, someone choppedit off too short to tangle or to snare.I recollect dismay and shame that stoppedmy freedom. So I seized control to wearit, heard her hate it when … Continue reading →

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For Now

Posted on March 4, 2025 by sputterpub

I had occasion, several days ago,to walk four thousand steps to meet a friend,enjoy a tasty lunch before the show,and talk about some travel we intendto make in seven months, although dependon it – experience may intervene.Bad health or politics … Continue reading →

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Tepid

Posted on March 3, 2025 by sputterpub

I cannot give the play a good report,although I hear much media approved.The stagecraft was impressive – just the sortI like to see, but I was barely movedby storyline that didn’t sense-distort,but offered nothing novel that behooved.The lunch and talk … Continue reading →

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These Kids Today…

Posted on March 2, 2025 by sputterpub

If I were feeling critical, I mightcondemn the way they misprioritizedtheir yesterday, when what would have been rightwas more and early visit (I advisedconsideration, never heard). Last nightsome neighbors, even younger yet, surprisedme with their texted inabilityto think. (But neither … Continue reading →

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Remains

Posted on March 1, 2025 by sputterpub

A poet pre-explained her suicide –she lacked the will to edit any more.That resonates a bit. If aging priedmy judgment off or my abilityto edit who I am, if when I triedto modify my attitude I failed,if change in brain … Continue reading →

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Sensing the Slide

Posted on February 27, 2025 by sputterpub

The last two calls, I sense a further driftaway from logic, sense, and memory.She needs a prompt, but isn’t acting miffedwhen I supply the cue or clue. So weconverse about not much. It seems to meshe’s slipping but she doesn’t … Continue reading →

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Which?

Posted on February 26, 2025 by sputterpub

The best vocabulary voiced to me,from one I dined and chatted with for years,was lost in ravages of memory,when he was under 70. The earsof my ex-husband, one who understoodand loved acoustics, playing any songby ear, who worked all instruments … Continue reading →

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