Category Archives: Aging

The New Recipe

I used to think the barrier to proseat length was lack of patience for the plotproceeding at the pace it should. I choseshort forms instead, accepting what I’m not.But as I edge toward days when I’ll composewithout a detailed outline, … Continue reading

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Six Days Off

My almost-week alone was very nice.I slept so much at night I took no nap.I didn’t overuse any device,but typed and solved and screened enough. One appI glad-deleted. Masked and bombed I thriceindulged. Of restlessness I had no scrap,while anger … Continue reading

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Return

Invited to survey my every sense,I felt a twinge of warning in my spine,the fire on my left, and no offensereceived or sent to others. Peace was mine,and music was the rain – a bit intenseand coursing down the glass, … Continue reading

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Well Being

I have a day at home in perfect poise,with lovely rain outside and warmth within.I stretch, and am not bothered by the noiseof others, or complaint beneath my skin.I know the family has food and toyssufficient, and I feel the … Continue reading

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Answering (L’s Question)

I’ve lost some friends, I said when I replied.(The question was who do I hang with now).Some moved away, retired, and residein states I seldom visit. Others bowto an infirmity and don’t abideactivity. The saddest have lost howto think or … Continue reading

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Good Evening

If I assumed this posture every night,my knees might lock; my power bill might soar.But after being out since noon, the sightof hearth and feel of warmth are goodness morethan candy, presents, even candlelight.I gaze at hand-knit socks, and in … Continue reading

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Keys

Attention to some inattention nowbecomes a treatment I prescribe today.The recent past implies I’m losing howto survey home before I go away.Appliance on, a bolt unthrown, conveythe message reinforced to some degreesthat though at large I’m managing okay,I have to … Continue reading

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Losing It

It doesn’t rise to OCD, to checkagain that tasks, on leaving home, are done.I never left an iron on, to wreckmy place, but every now and then I’ll runback to find power use or, what the heck,a door unlocked? So … Continue reading

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December 30

The office afternoon today is allmy calendar’s recording for this week.The uncommitted hours form a sprawllike downy carpeting toward what I seek.I’ve half a dozen days, to overhaulprecisely nothing. Maybe I’ll bespeaka gentle outline for the coming year,to help me … Continue reading

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35 Years Late(r)

My dream was cinematic Thursday night.It showed at least a middle and an end.Protagonistically, I did all right,and as I dawned awake I caught a trend.I’d paused in dream to give time passing might.I leaned to learn, commenced to comprehendI … Continue reading

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