Category Archives: Aging

Backache

Posted on June 17, 2019 by sputterpub

I tweaked my lower back. I felt the ache when I got out of bed at half past six. I’d taken while away from home a break of nearly sixteen weeks. I guess the disk required more protection at this … Continue reading →

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Mid-Day Commute

Posted on June 13, 2019 by sputterpub

I walked to Rockridge BART the long way round, and bought two bags of apricots en route. I shopped for salad and I also found some time for body lotion. Armed with fruit and cream and greens, I caught a … Continue reading →

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Skin

Posted on May 23, 2019 by sputterpub

The more I read, the more I learn the lies my cohort fed on, childhood to youth, and through advancing age. It’s with surprise I start to love nutrition’s fatty truth and gape at facts about our insulin long-known and … Continue reading →

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Calluses

Posted on May 21, 2019 by sputterpub

I’m six weeks homeless though I have a bed. A dear companion chose to shelter me throughout my big remodel. So instead of customed comforts, naked privacy, and writing space, I watch her TV shows and talk at times I … Continue reading →

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Enervation

Posted on May 9, 2019 by sputterpub

I’m suddenly too tired to be smart in spite of all the coffee I’ve imbibed. I feel too weak and vigorless to start a project half as big as mine’s described. Like when I drank too much, at 34, and … Continue reading →

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Three Score and Nine

Posted on January 14, 2019 by sputterpub

It feels like I should write a poem today and savor it, along with nuts and wine and cheesecake. I’ll select some words to say here’s something for attaining 69. Of course I never contemplated this advancing to an age … Continue reading →

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A Postage Stamp

Posted on January 7, 2019 by sputterpub

I can’t remember when I last acquired a postage stamp. I used the Pitney Bowes the office leased, but now I’m near-retired, and rarely am I where the red ink flows. I paid my tax on property within the deadline, … Continue reading →

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Old Cold Comfort

Posted on January 3, 2019 by sputterpub

When I was young, I liked the dark and cold of winter and of midnight. I rebelled about the sun/moon symbolism told in classics, and I often felt compelled to ram my views against tradition’s wall. I thought I was … Continue reading →

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Luck

Posted on November 6, 2018 by sputterpub

Lucky in long life means you’ll spend most of your time dwelling in old age

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Movement

Posted on August 27, 2018 by sputterpub

When I was 12 years old my legs got weird. They itched whenever I stood still at length. A mottled rash on knees and calves appeared, and though they never lacked accustomed strength, I fretted and discussed it with my … Continue reading →

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