Category Archives: Aging

Ordinary Dreams

Posted on February 8, 2023 by sputterpub

They may be the effect of stuttered sleep.Deleting cannabis could be a cause.But I am dreaming nightly, and I keepthe memory of many scenes. I pausein rise to consciousness, from nothing deep –I surface from a shallow pool. No clawsor … Continue reading →

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It’s Mostly Not

Posted on February 7, 2023 by sputterpub

It’s mostly not an age-related ill.She’s ancient but her memory’s not shot.Her hatred’s from no side-effect or pill.It’s mostly not. If you remember vigor, you forgotshe tapped it from a fountain of ill-will.She never laughed. She didn’t hug a lot. … Continue reading →

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Peeve (Subjective I)

Posted on January 27, 2023 by sputterpub

The older I become, the more I hatebehavior impolite or words that tryto rile. I have learned to modulatethe older I. I never went for any sort of lie.There’s murk and chaos in dishonest state.Exaggeration makes me question why. But … Continue reading →

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The Present

Posted on January 12, 2023 by sputterpub

I future-focused when I was a kid.I didn’t prosper in the here-and-nowin college in the 60’s, when we bidfarewell to past and future, trying howfor better presents – change that would allowa shot to every group our culture missed.(We mostly … Continue reading →

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Poor Baby

Posted on January 10, 2023 by sputterpub

On Tuesdays I commute, to lend a handwith work I’ve done for half a century.My brain’s still functional – I understandthe guts of a consulting industry.But he whom I support has got to beat home in isolation (Covid’s way).So I … Continue reading →

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Sleepy Bear

Posted on January 3, 2023 by sputterpub

I seldom take much time to fall asleep.I slumber lightly but I drift off fast.Last night, although I had no woes to keepme conscious, no anxieties amassed,I didn’t welcome Morpheus. At last,from 2 a.m. to 7, I went wheremy dreams … Continue reading →

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Amnesiphilia

Posted on January 1, 2023 by sputterpub

My thoughts of yesterday, about last year,I shared with whom I call my closest friend.For half a century, she’s been the peerI talk to most. And sometimes we contend,but mostly we agree and don’t offend.She countered she’s so much in … Continue reading →

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Evident

Posted on December 30, 2022 by sputterpub

My oldest friend complained the other dayher back is sore. She’s feeling like a wretch.She moaned a lot and then went on to sayshe’ll tend to it next week. “Don’t be a kvetch,”I countered. “There’s no reason to delay.Get on … Continue reading →

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Old Romance

Posted on December 29, 2022 by sputterpub

Subliming from a solid to a gas,your arrow’s on an arc to miss my heart.It’s not that I’d invite a sexy pass,but if our discourse is to have a start,it’s well you’ve moved from arrogant and crass,though nephew-like respect should … Continue reading →

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The Fourth Time

Posted on December 28, 2022 by sputterpub

I kind of like it when I’m incorrect.That path bisects a place where I can learn.Initially, we neither could connectbut recently, when I had to returnto meet you as a client, I at firstdisdained your arrogance just as before,abhorred your … Continue reading →

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