Category Archives: Aging

Lit & Life

Posted on January 26, 2022 by sputterpub

Reading the storieswas better than life,when I was youngand longing to live. Reading the storiesis better than life,now I am oldand remembering.

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She Hates Her Mom

Posted on January 21, 2022 by sputterpub

She hates her mom, resents her, and ignoresher now she’s old and dull and not aware.I told her toxic feeling rusts and scoresthe soul, suggesting that perhaps she’d careimagining severity and soresin mother-history. She won’t go there.Her peace does not … Continue reading →

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My Word

Posted on January 20, 2022 by sputterpub

At 40, when life seemed to run amuckfor everybody’s then and future play,I found I kept reiterating “Fuck!”But I kept living, till there came the daywhen I moved to the mantra of “Ok-a-ay.”Of late our world is worse – beyond … Continue reading →

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Rerun

Posted on January 19, 2022 by sputterpub

I know I’ve mentioned this before, but still,reiterating doesn’t waste a page.I woke this morning nearly feeling ill,or better put, I felt my awful age.I thought I’d skip the exercise, engagein elderly pursuit instead but then,I heeded counsel from my … Continue reading →

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On Laundry Day

Posted on January 13, 2022 by sputterpub

On laundry day, some duties interceptmy exercise, my writing, puzzle play.I find old clothes and put them on, unkept,on laundry day. I wash tomorrow’s clothing choice today.The hamper’s full. The time to clean has creptup on me, iterating like cliche. … Continue reading →

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Making Coffee

Posted on January 12, 2022 by sputterpub

My coffee’s disagreeable today,and that’s a rare event. I like the brew,and as a rule what I prepare’s okay(I find about this drink I love, it’s trueno matter how I make it, it tastes fine).Why, even recently, with no machineor … Continue reading →

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The Contest

Posted on December 23, 2021 by sputterpub

Life’s not a competition (yes it is),but I can’t help comparing me to you,as if there were a semi-weekly quizthat I am motivated to get through,contesting for a chair more soft than his,a stronger mate than hers, a better view.When … Continue reading →

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Foiled by Phlegm

Posted on December 13, 2021 by sputterpub

I planned to do complete home exercisetoday, but too much mucus changed the plot.I got through half but had to leave the prize –I feared the problem’s aging, but it’s snot.

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She Got Too High

Posted on December 8, 2021 by sputterpub

She got too high last night. She reached the stageof almost seeing double. To assuagethe symptoms, she tried counting up to tenwhile blinking and refocusing again,acknowledging she wasn’t feeling sage. She didn’t have to drive. The only wageshe paid – … Continue reading →

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Oasis

Posted on December 6, 2021 by sputterpub

A calm has overtaken me of late.I get some time at home without a task.Catastrophe is nowhere near my gatetoday, and I don’t have a boon to ask.No one I love is newly stricken now,and though I’m sure some shit … Continue reading →

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