Category Archives: Aging

Atwinge

When fourteen years ago I hurt my back,the doctor thought I’d sprained my spine at first.An MRI revealed the sorry fact:a disk with damage that can’t be reversed.He taught me to avoid a rupture then.He wrote prescriptions for the lovely … Continue reading

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Chill

I turned the heaters on the other day –the bathroom felt too chill at 8 a.m.And later, when the sky grew black from gray,I fired up the furnace. Using thembefore November isn’t often done.I’m California-proud and try to dowith heat … Continue reading

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Posture

The challenge in the morning ride is mucus management.Arising dry I feel the slide – I once was diligentand blew my nose to clear the flow, but that produced an achebetween my ear and throat I know such repetitions make.I … Continue reading

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Refresh

I’m needing to refresh my fitness goal.My habits have relaxed too much of late.I’m almost eager to resume controland not continue to procrastinate.I used to limit what and when I ate,and log good exercise six days a week.I’m not extreme, … Continue reading

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What’s Wrong with Her?

What’s wrong with her? Again she reads a bookshe first encountered fifty years agothat holds no wit she doesn’t clearly know. Each fall and spring she takes another lookat comedy above and sense below.What’s wrong with her? Again she reads … Continue reading

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Skeptical

I’m not against vaccines. I’ve had my two,but I don’t swallow science-y reports.I fell for their pronouncements, to eschewthe fats I flourish on and take in quartsof “healthy” grains, which hastened my decline.I feed my skeptic now – I follow … Continue reading

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Skeleton (Halloween Drawing Club 3)

There was an old woman who said“Please ossify me when I’m dead.”She wanted her coreto be used as decor(not ashen or dusty instead).

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Surplus Plus

I always knew I’d marry and I thoughtI’d have a baby to complete my life.I wedded N and soon we had a daught-er followed by a son, but time as wifewas not vocation I could well sustain:I fantasized my husband’s … Continue reading

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Dream On

For decades I have not remembered dreams.I wondered was I wanting too much pot,but doubted daily use defined extremes.Instead I just assumed the case was age.I rarely slumbered soundly – any schemesI tried to deepen sleep (not much – no … Continue reading

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Caffeine and Time

Caffeine and time work morning wonders here.At first my shuffling walk feels like a climb.My medicine is slow but sees me clear:caffeine and time. Two hours and three mugs are my enzyme –they straighten me and get my pulse in … Continue reading

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