Category Archives: Aging

To Feel Your Best (YWA)

Posted on April 17, 2023 by sputterpub

To feel my best, I guess I can’t forego.I thought to skip a day, to try to rest,but less than half an hour I’ll bestow,to feel my best. I overdid last night, to fete a guest –a lot of wine, … Continue reading →

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Tentativity

Posted on April 13, 2023 by sputterpub

We speak again and neither utters ill,but not about my life, my news, my pen.I feel relief but now I wonder: willwe speak again? I’m tired of her bigotry on men,her tendency to flouncing quit or chill,her failure to admit … Continue reading →

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Saturday Sweet

Posted on April 11, 2023 by sputterpub

Last Saturday was relatively nice.She didn’t criticize or “should,” the wayshe has for ages. I heard no advicelast Saturday. And that was why my heart began to swayto softness. My defenses then were iceexposed to summer sunlight’s noon display. The … Continue reading →

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Anyone But Her

Posted on April 9, 2023 by sputterpub

I have an extra ticket to the show.It needs a senior user, female please.My oldest friend’s the one I’d choose to go,except of late she’s grown obnoxious. She’sbeen acting harsh, entitled, to degreesoffensive and vexatious. I’d preferto want to ask, … Continue reading →

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Old Dreaming

Posted on April 8, 2023 by sputterpub

I’ve grown too old for heavy sleep most nights,and I no longer medicate with pot,so now the dark is filling up with flightsof mundane dreams I formerly forgot.The action’s never scary, and it’s nota forecast or apparent prophecy.It’s little issues, … Continue reading →

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Kneek

Posted on April 7, 2023 by sputterpub

I must have tweaked my left knee recently,for daily it protests a certain bend.As usual it’s port that bothers me –my starboard side has been my better friend.I notice symptoms of debility –a bode of failure or a warning trend?Recording, … Continue reading →

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She B Cray Z

Posted on April 5, 2023 by sputterpub

My brother texted the elided phrase,responding to my latest pal report.My friend ignores the emails and delaysremittance so, the retailer’s resortis interrupting service. First no pays,then fighting prompts, is her outraged retort.She focuses complaints in one loud rant:demands they reconnect … Continue reading →

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Interlude

Posted on April 2, 2023 by sputterpub

I plan to watch TV tonight, and rest.I’ve had sufficient company for days,and though no acts transpired that distressed,no words offended, there were no displaysof foolishness, maliciousness or messed-up observations spilled in gross arrays,my friends and family were gently boring.Now … Continue reading →

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Faucet

Posted on March 31, 2023 by sputterpub

Supplies for plumbing made her father’s field.Her granddad and his brothers did it first.They bought the land their stores stood on, and sealedthe family in wealth as values burstfor Southern California coastal realestate. But when her faucet broke, her thirstfor … Continue reading →

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Listing

Posted on March 29, 2023 by sputterpub

The vet about my old retriever said,“That nose will work as long as beats her heart.”I think of that, as I view tasks aheadof me, and make a list, and set apartmy leisure while they’re done. Until I’m deadI think … Continue reading →

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