Category Archives: Aging

The Age of Heroes

Posted on October 17, 2019 by sputterpub

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

Posted on October 7, 2019 by sputterpub

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

Posted on October 3, 2019 by sputterpub

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

Posted on October 1, 2019 by sputterpub

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

Posted on September 9, 2019 by sputterpub

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

Posted on September 5, 2019 by sputterpub

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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Morning Strategy

Posted on September 2, 2019 by sputterpub

A score of years ago a friend told me, responding to my marveling how fit her husband was, four years past seventy and twenty-eight our senior: “Oh, he lit upon a method to maintain his powers. The first thing every … Continue reading →

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Recordings

Posted on August 27, 2019 by sputterpub

Of late I’ve started sampling old CDs (I own a working player and a crate of purchased music decades old). Some please enough to keep and some are second-rate about to go, but all induce in me nostalgic habits corny … Continue reading →

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The Door Handle

Posted on August 22, 2019 by sputterpub

Invited to a lunch I couldn’t duck, I thought I’d make the transit nice for me. I’d stroll to BART and ride, and then I’d tuck another walk in the vicinity of San Francisco Bay. So I made use of … Continue reading →

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Not Neuro

Posted on August 19, 2019 by sputterpub

Perambulating, sometimes I ignore the views I’m walking through. I organize my errands, screen a daydream, focus more inside than on the scenes before my eyes. Returning to what’s present, I’ve been known to wonder where I’ve wandered. I forgot … Continue reading →

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