Category Archives: Aging

Battle Chill

Posted on May 19, 2022 by sputterpub

I’m feeling cold more deeply than I didwhen I was young. I always liked the chill.As far as I remember, as a kid,I welcomed winter and derived a thrillfrom longer nights and storms that didn’t kill.Of late I’ve been avoiding … Continue reading →

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Listening

Posted on May 15, 2022 by sputterpub

I listen closely to my body now.I give it extra morning time to tellme what it wants and where it aches and howit needs to rest or move to feeling well.Today I shuffled early in a spellof near decrepitude in … Continue reading →

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Avo Bath

Posted on May 14, 2022 by sputterpub

There was no actual calamity –a canceled train one way, and coming back,computers down and signs no one could see,while in between my sleep was short and slack.I witnessed toddler tears, frustrated glee,and tired parents’ optimism black.I made it home. … Continue reading →

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Incurable

Posted on May 9, 2022 by sputterpub

I tell you, it’s humbling – this processing years.I used to be sturdy and durable.But now I bruise easily, doddering nears,and I know the slide is incurable.It’s fortunate no one needs means – all my dearsare solvent and I’m not … Continue reading →

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The Childproof Cap

Posted on May 8, 2022 by sputterpub

It isn’t just the way my fingers bruise –the slightest bump will mark my skin – a keythat’s stubborn twisting will abuse –but too I note their strength abandons me.I’ve trouble turning caps. So please excusemy teaching what he wasn’t … Continue reading →

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The Dupe

Posted on May 5, 2022 by sputterpub

You say you’re giving up duplicity.I hear and then admit my own surprise,but I don’t think I show that audibly,and phoning we don’t see each other’s eyes.Astonished now I’m wondering what liesyou’ve strewn like mines along the path we wend.I … Continue reading →

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Opportunity

Posted on May 3, 2022 by sputterpub

I opened lips to give my girl advice,although she’s grown and didn’t voice request,and free suggestion isn’t worth its price.Instead I read the symptoms I was stressedmyself. I’ll wait for her to query twicebut counsel me. The wisdom I expressed?My … Continue reading →

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Walking Wounded

Posted on April 21, 2022 by sputterpub

My head’s okay although I took a fall,misstepping off a curb the other day.A little trip, and now the wounds appall(my head’s okay). My palms and knees and face wear an arrayof bruises; both my shoulders ache; I haulmy form … Continue reading →

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I’m Sorry Now

Posted on April 18, 2022 by sputterpub

I’m sorry now I wasn’t kinder then.I would have blocked his lust if I knew how,but I was inexperienced with men.I’m sorry now. Permitting moves I’d rather not allow,I acted rashly mean and harshly, whenthere might have been a better … Continue reading →

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Reprieve

Posted on March 28, 2022 by sputterpub

While working out this morning, I recalleda plan I made three days ago. I toldmyself these minor aches that often mauledmy head around my portside temple shouldreceive a doctor’s care. I’m not enthralledwith intervention, medical or not,but if persistent, my … Continue reading →

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