Category Archives: Aging

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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Back on Bike

Posted on December 3, 2021 by sputterpub

On Monday I resumed home exercise.My traveling imposed a 5-day pause,right after illness forced a week’s demisein fitness maintenance by morning laws.I roused myself to start again, becauseit pays me compound dividends to pushand stretch and minimize the flawsthat aging … Continue reading →

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The Cuff

Posted on December 1, 2021 by sputterpub

She said it isn’t hypertension yet,but maybe I should purchase my own cuff.And I postponed but I did not forget –I figured it was on my mind enoughI didn’t need to measure, and abetmy bit of nagging worry. That was … Continue reading →

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Rain Plane Huitain

Posted on November 30, 2021 by sputterpub

Communication problems slowed me down.I tried complying, but I failed to getthe TSA instructions— did he frownbehind his mask? But even so, he letme pass (Express), and then I didn’t setcomputer gear apart. But here’s the plane.I’m old and not … Continue reading →

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Personal Magic

Posted on November 19, 2021 by sputterpub

600 days before I caught a cold,which took me down a peg for near a week,but I’m recovered now it’s time to holdmyself accountable, and exercise.I’m coming back improved, determined, boldenough to see a future healthily.Apparently the signs can be … Continue reading →

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Return to Coffee

Posted on November 18, 2021 by sputterpub

Now coffee’s back in hand and appetite.For days it put me off – though hot and black,my morning nectar wasn’t tasting right.Now coffee’s back. I’m old and hypertension could attackmy health. I thought I’d cut caffeine to fightthe creeping weakness … Continue reading →

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The Fixer’s Future

Posted on November 12, 2021 by sputterpub

The mother was a fixer all her life,who taught her little girl to people-watchfor make-overs, and labor as a wiferepairing every incidental botch.She’d walk into a room and redesignin mind the furniture and color scheme.Maintaining that she couldn’t draw a … Continue reading →

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Comprising Three People

Posted on November 11, 2021 by sputterpub

I shuffle in the morning when I rise.My skeleton is creaky, and my faceis like my father’s just before demise.I take in coffee, puzzles and some words,and then I’m capable of exercise,which stirs a bout of youth-like energyuntil late afternoon, … Continue reading →

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The Good M.D.

Posted on November 8, 2021 by sputterpub

I guess nobody wants to see the doc,but my aversion stems from an extremeexperience when I was five. The shockstayed with me, reinforced into a themeof error, disrespect, and mindless scheme.But I went in today, and all was nice.The treatment … Continue reading →

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