Category Archives: Aging

The Boy and the Bullock

Posted on December 16, 2020 by sputterpub

I heard a story once, about a boywho hoisted in the air a newborn bull,determined to each morning re-employhis muscles as the bullock grew. At fullsize he would surely raise the beast, he thought.That attitude seemed accurate to me.But long … Continue reading →

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Yard Work

Posted on December 12, 2020 by sputterpub

I aimed to collect the debrisno longer attached to the tree.I knelt on the groundto amass what I found,and now my low back’s paining me.

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We Never Covered Cousins

Posted on December 10, 2020 by sputterpub

I’ve always been a talker, partly sobecause I love good words and memory,but also to invite my friends to showthemselves with narrative and history.At 20 I was sure I understoodmy closest friends – we talked incessantly.I think we thought our … Continue reading →

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Doing

Posted on December 4, 2020 by sputterpub

I didn’t want to exercise today.Considering a break, I thought I mightjust hunker down and snuggle, in the wayI did when I was young and slept all night.But something in my body seemed to say“Just try it. You can stop … Continue reading →

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One for Each Decade and Another for Good Luck

Posted on November 28, 2020 by sputterpub

My oldest friend is 70 today.We met when we were each around 15.Precocious we agreed about the wayto analyze our lives for what they mean.I know there were some differences betweenus, but we recognized we were adultsat 5, impelled to … Continue reading →

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Biology Class

Posted on November 26, 2020 by sputterpub

Planaria I recollect a bit,and how the legs of frogs resemble ours,but vivid is reserved for when we hitthe cranium of fetal pig. It jarsme even now – our sample’s brain unfit,that puddled out like pudding. My memoirsshould be significant, … Continue reading →

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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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