Category Archives: Aging

Psomiphobia

Avoiding bread, I never meant to claim the staff of life is poison or impure. I’m eating keto rolls, but all the same I think the bread’s the lesser taste – I’m sure to like the tuna salad, boiled eggs, … Continue reading

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Slowbility

I think I get more patient as I age. I’ve gained perspective through the mounting years. But sometimes I’m consumed with inner rage at visible unfitness in my peers. I see the signs of metabolic waste, ungainly fat that pools … Continue reading

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Remissions

I think my left side’s starting to improve: the neck and hip have ceased their creaky ways; the ankle isn’t painful when I move; I’m lately liking biking most the days. My upper arm and shoulder yet complain; it hurts … Continue reading

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Leisure

All of a sudden I seem to have hours to spare. But that’s a delusion – I always had leisure, in fact. I just used to smoke more and play more TriPeaks solitaire (and FreeCell and Klondike, if history should … Continue reading

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The Age of Heroes

He burns to be a hero asphalt-sure. She longs to make her own existence count. They crave experience. They host impure impulsiveness while consequences mount, and vacillate from arrogance to blame, too hip to learn, too negative to stride. They’ll … Continue reading

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Resting

Today’s a gentle morning in my home. I’m still off exercise and took a break from tasks. I’ve got the time to pen this poem although I’ve no declaratives to make, no narratives or theories to suggest. I’m feeling good … Continue reading

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Self-Treatment

Self-doctoring, I’ve flexed and made a list of symptom frequency and pain extent. I’ve read my diaries and haven’t missed what history can offer, and I’ve meant each statement of infliction to be true. Self-medicating now, prescribing rest, I’ve interrupted … Continue reading

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Repetitive Motions

Experiencing minor chronic pain I’d calibrate if asked at three point five, I won’t consult a doctor or complain, considering how long I’ve been alive – perhaps the symptom’s age-appropriate. For though I have a parent living yet, and even … Continue reading

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Keto Kitchen Kounter

When I moved back, my discipline did not. It wasn’t that I craved the bread, desserts, or Triscuits. I can’t say that I forgot how sugar’s toxic, carbohydrate hurts, and all digestive systems need a break. It’s more like I … Continue reading

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The Dope Tray

Two score and seven years ago, a tray of Norse design as wedding gift we got. We didn’t choose to entertain that way; we used the dish to clean and hold our pot. The giver was my brother’s college friend. … Continue reading

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