Category Archives: Aging

Droughtful

Posted on February 24, 2020 by sputterpub

Perhaps it was my January birth that bred me to adore a winter storm, but I appreciate when rain hits earth, and comfort means to me a haven warm and cozy when it’s pouring cold outside. Each autumn I look … Continue reading →

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My Diet Secret

Posted on February 19, 2020 by sputterpub

A tonsillectomy at 5 years old resulted in a shape change, Mama said. Till then I seemed to always have a cold, but afterwards I gained and grew instead a steady challenge with obesity, forever adding girth instead of height. … Continue reading →

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Oral Surgery

Posted on February 5, 2020 by sputterpub

I really should be glad it’s nothing worse. I’m generally healthy – that’s the truth. My aging cross to carry is the curse of chronic gum disease. Today it’s tooth enumerated 4 that I will lose (it’s not my first … Continue reading →

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A Little Self Sketch

Posted on January 23, 2020 by sputterpub

Although we’ve been acquainted 50 years as roommates, neighbors, mostly closest friends, she thought my social shyness came from fears – “You follow rules of order,” she’d contend. And he, creative relative, long deemed me typical of where I live. … Continue reading →

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Animal Brain

Posted on January 13, 2020 by sputterpub

An older friend complained of monkey brain, at breakfast, after shattered sleep one night. I understood; she didn’t need explain the time awake, the way her thoughts would light from cares to frets to worries like a chimp in manic … Continue reading →

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Low Fuel

Posted on January 10, 2020 by sputterpub

I may be running out of things to say. I thought as much two years ago but then, composing twice a week and Saturday, I kept producing rhythm with my pen. I aim to entertain and maybe teach, describing observations … Continue reading →

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Revisits

Posted on January 3, 2020 by sputterpub

As I review assorted escapades of youth, of 12, 16, and 21, I clearly see they feature tones and shades of sexual predation. What was done was never charged: too mild then and, too, I thought myself mature and strong … Continue reading →

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Forecasting

Posted on December 27, 2019 by sputterpub

I’ve heard it’s hard to forecast over sea: the ocean brings surprises to the West. The instruments detect a tendency, but here my window tells the weather best. My phone says we’ll have clouds but I see rain outside, and … Continue reading →

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The Ages of Advice

Posted on December 20, 2019 by sputterpub

I early understood the righteous path away from murk and chaos, tending toward fierce honesty. I bellowed truth with wrath and passion – then my wisdom got ignored. In middle life I learned it wasn’t bad to be so disregarded, … Continue reading →

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The Thing Is

Posted on December 16, 2019 by sputterpub

I want to give this observation tongue: (I’m lately often somnolent or cold) – they say that youth is wasted on the young, but leisure’s seldom useful to the old.

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