Category Archives: Aging

Body Language

Posted on September 8, 2016 by sputterpub

Like everyone, I’m interested to see if others of my cohort have the clue that played out leads to centered ecstasy, so I keep watching her and him and you. We’re almost elders now but seldom wise. We seem to … Continue reading →

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Hypochondria

Posted on August 9, 2016 by sputterpub

Exactly how much notice should I give to little bumps that feel like fat or bone? Disdaining waiting rooms is how I’d live, and waiting for a change in shape or tone. The symptom tends to worsen or to shrink … Continue reading →

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Plaintive Plan

Posted on July 4, 2016 by sputterpub

We seldom sleep as deeply now at night; we’re half-awake each time we shift in bed. And so we like to slumber in the light of 3 p.m., and after sunset’s red has dimmed, we sudden-snooze on couch or chair. … Continue reading →

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Gray Men Walking

Posted on June 14, 2016 by sputterpub

I’m strolling to the market for some fruit. It’s spring, the sun is out, near 3 o’clock in Berkeley so I’m watching for the root that hoists a hazard of a sidewalk block. Approaching me’s a man with sparse gray … Continue reading →

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Weekday Immigrant

Posted on May 27, 2016 by sputterpub

The sidewalks teemed with joggers Thursday, when I ambled to the store before the heat. I wondered if tradition summoned men and women in their shorts to pavement-meet for exercise – a Thursday concrete run to counter Taco Tuesday’s calories? … Continue reading →

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The Old Gray

Posted on May 26, 2016 by sputterpub

I grew my first gray locks at 21: two silver segments clearly premature. A bit amused, I deemed I wasn’t done with dark. I dabbled with a new coiffure and color: long appointments, I would learn. Then year by year … Continue reading →

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HBD

Posted on April 28, 2016 by sputterpub

Long in the tooth? That’s part of the truth. Carve this for a totem: He’s long in the scrotum! The outside loses elasticity while all within are weary wearing out. The frame condenses and that gravity will conquer no one … Continue reading →

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Ar-Jay

Posted on March 21, 2016 by sputterpub

His eyes positioned deep beneath his brow are blue above a furred and crooked nose. Long wrinkles carve his cheeks as if a plow were sun-impelled to sow the years in rows. Imperfect teeth appear behind his lips and hair … Continue reading →

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Spa

Posted on January 21, 2016 by sputterpub

The port side of her chin has got a crease as if impressed by linen on her skin, but it’s instead a mark of years, a piece of lost elastic collagen within. And yet that visage hosts a blemish too: … Continue reading →

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Yeah, But…

Posted on September 18, 2015 by sputterpub

I’m not enjoying aging very much: the looser skin; the evening lassitude; the loss of visibility; the touch of varied ailments; disappointing food; the fear of falling down; the drive to nap; the mislaid nouns and names I now forget; … Continue reading →

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