Category Archives: Aging

Overdue for a Checkup

Posted on November 21, 2020 by sputterpub

Incessant sniffles don’t appear to bea sign of Covid – they predate this year:A symptom of old age, apparently,as membranes dry and mucus tries to clearreactive channels. Used to never sneeze,I’m unaccustomed to cascades of snot.I don’t think I have … Continue reading →

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R’s Foot

Posted on November 4, 2020 by sputterpub

I knew a man, when I was 44,who seemed a maybe-boyfriend when we met.I liked his thoughts and observations morethan physical affection. Soon regretreplaced my interest, and I grew to ruean intimate relationship with him.He nagged without initiative – the … Continue reading →

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Sleep Changes

Posted on October 30, 2020 by sputterpub

Sleep patterns alter as our bodies age:From infancy when naps fill day and night,decreasing dream time till we reach the stageof teen ability to sleep in lightof morning, anywhere and any time,to young adulthood woken by our kids,to solid aR … Continue reading →

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EMTelling

Posted on October 29, 2020 by sputterpub

I’m older than I ever thought I’d getwhen I was young and forecasting, and yetmy mother’s still alive and doing wellat 95 (which shows one cannot tellthe future with degrees of certainty).I don’t desire any prophecyabout my date of death … Continue reading →

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CGG

Posted on October 24, 2020 by sputterpub

About a quarter century ago,I met a man amusing and so smartI wanted to be with him, even thoughhe packed a gun and phobias. My heartindulged him through some mania and rants,but we were not in sync. We dulled to … Continue reading →

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Quarantine Hair

Posted on October 7, 2020 by sputterpub

When I was young I longed to have long hair:like princesses and Barbie dolls at first;then schoolmates blonde and lanky everywhere;then middle-parted hippies. I was cursedwith natural curls, a tendency to frizz,the color almost-black (I didn’t knowhow bad a hundred … Continue reading →

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The Old Mother

Posted on October 1, 2020 by sputterpub

The mother of my BFF is old.The woman’s age is pushing 95.I’ve known her 60 years and, truth be told,we can’t discover why she’s still alive.It isn’t like she models how to strive(in fact she never sought her level best,a … Continue reading →

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Life Span

Posted on September 25, 2020 by sputterpub

When I was young, I wondered what I’d bewhen I grew up, but never for how long.Perhaps I’d write or learn philosophy…When I was young I wondered what I’d be:a master of marine biology?My passions were diversified but strongwhen I … Continue reading →

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Accommodation

Posted on September 12, 2020 by sputterpub

They roomed together 50 years agoin Berkeley, at the height of its unrest.They both liked drugs, but one of them was slowto move and opted for cocaine as best;the other raced a lot in legs and brain,and liked how marijuana … Continue reading →

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High Horse

Posted on September 12, 2020 by sputterpub

I love your love and value your respectbut honestly, your vehemence is dire.I need your ears and heart – I don’t expectdefensive bold assertions, and your irebecomes a force that forces me to pause.It’s like I never own my own … Continue reading →

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