Category Archives: Aging

No Air Share

Posted on October 1, 2025 by sputterpub

The two old white guys on the plane near meassumed that I would yield whatever spacethey wanted, though they each moved mindlesslyand neither seemed to have a thoughtful face.But maybe that’s inaccurate – I seesuch lack of focus, every time … Continue reading →

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The Turnaround

Posted on September 30, 2025 by sputterpub

When we arrived, she wasn’t feeling well.Her attitude was obstinate and stressed.Before she started carping we could tell,although we knew it wasn’t lack of rest.She spoke and acted like she was depressed.We had to give the restaurant a shove,but wine … Continue reading →

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Owie Wowie

Posted on September 27, 2025 by sputterpub

I doubt it was the pipeline yesterday;we hiked that metal grate with lengthened stride.It must have been the morning lunge and sway,from warrior to grounding knee. I sighedbut still I carried on with postured pride;it seemed as if I could … Continue reading →

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Gracitude

Posted on September 26, 2025 by sputterpub

A strange attack of equanimitybesets me now, although I understandmy choice of words is not what it should be,except the case is wonderfully unplanned.I don’t know if I’m glad deservedly,or if it’s simple aging – did I landon happiness by … Continue reading →

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En Route

Posted on September 11, 2025 by sputterpub

Do you remember 50 years ago, when SNL was funny, and we thought we’d change the world with humor? Did we grow unsubtle and unwise as decades brought nostalgia, and we lost the will to know the space between created … Continue reading →

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End of the Line

Posted on August 19, 2025 by sputterpub

I’m grateful for the buses running yet.I know the system’s ever earning less.I often ride when walking will not getme where I wish to go without distressof time. Directors lately must resetsome schedules and frequencies, I guess.This stanza marks the … Continue reading →

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Hands Free

Posted on August 14, 2025 by sputterpub

Some days ago she mentioned she can’t risefrom floor to upright confidently now.She wobbles. And although her trainer triesproviding ways or means, it isn’t howit used to be. Her body won’t allowwhat she remembers we could do back then.I rise … Continue reading →

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Writing on Empty

Posted on August 13, 2025 by sputterpub

Wasn’t there something I wanted to write?Maybe if so I forgot.Seems I received dreaming scenes all last night.Questing back now? Maybe not.Wasn’t there something I wanted to say?Often I harbor a lot.Possibly I will be quiet today.That’s all I have … Continue reading →

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Roughly 16 Hours

Posted on August 11, 2025 by sputterpub

Reporting to some loved ones facts I heardthat may apply but need to percolate,and then of relatives bestowing word,the hours served to overstimulate.With insufficient rest, I rose to playwith children: sweet but tiring, no disputebut lots of volume. Toting love … Continue reading →

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Short Sleep

Posted on August 9, 2025 by sputterpub

It took me time to fall asleep last night.My tender throat inspired mortal thought,and talk about emotional insightand mysteries of medicine had broughtdisturbed considerations into light.I didn’t feel exactly overwrought,but comfort in the bed eluded meuntil the clock read some … Continue reading →

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