Category Archives: Aging

Chilly Morning

Posted on February 27, 2026 by sputterpub

At half past 5 I rose to start the heat.That’s something that I’ve never done before.But age has made me shiver, and the feetof February walk with even morechill temperature than usual. We’re poorwithstanding cold; our windows are not storm.I … Continue reading →

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Pause

Posted on February 25, 2026 by sputterpub

I wish he had less stress and she less grief,but there’s not much for either I can do –they’re grown and have to manage their relief.I start to fret, and then admit that’s true.If I were dead, they’d find their … Continue reading →

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Angling

Posted on February 24, 2026 by sputterpub

I’m casting back to 43 years old,the age my youngest is, and as I lookaround for recollections lines might hold,I feel I need some substance for the hook.I may not find good memories to bookunless my research yields what I … Continue reading →

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After 45 Years

Posted on February 23, 2026 by sputterpub

While bagging life detritus with a friend,we reminisced about our younger daysin San Francisco – hours we would spendin bars, at toothsome lunches, our foraysfor pleasure after work, when we’d intendavoiding what home held. It was a phasewe savor, and … Continue reading →

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Her Ring

Posted on February 21, 2026 by sputterpub

This ring I took, by right. I wasn’t bold.She asked me many times to take a lookand after all, when life had lost its hold,this ring I took. Expected death is leaving no one shook;a century is more than most … Continue reading →

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About Company

Posted on February 19, 2026 by sputterpub

I’ve always liked my solitude, it’s true,but I’ve my room and nothing much forbidsme spending time with others – 2, 2, 2 –my parents once, my brothers, and my kids.I have relationships that do me good,and maybe that’s why I … Continue reading →

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Floor Plans

Posted on February 17, 2026 by sputterpub

I woke too early but I stayed in bed.From 5 to 6, I hunkered down some more.I planned the daily tasks and thought insteadof dreaming, clocked the light through window door,and then let floor plans cycle through my headfrom houses … Continue reading →

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Spoons

Posted on February 14, 2026 by sputterpub

Eleven spoons I pilfered over yearsof monthly lunches with two business friends.I had no use for them and it appearsI won’t employ them for ingestive ends.I think the tabs were mine – my conscience clearswith certainty my tipping made amends.Reviewing, … Continue reading →

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Stranger Words

Posted on February 11, 2026 by sputterpub

She made my day, I murmured as I turned.I know the stranger heard me anyway.She’d volunteered a comment and I learnedshe made my day. She spoke. I thanked. And she went on to say,“It’s easy when it’s true.” I’m not … Continue reading →

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Not Happening

Posted on February 8, 2026 by sputterpub

So many prophecies – all incorrect.“When you mature you’ll want to drive, to shop.”I don’t know why my intimates expectmy rational reluctances to stop.I study me and cannot recollectoccasions when I registered a dropin my aversions. So they say I’ll … Continue reading →

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