Category Archives: Health

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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Rx

Posted on December 20, 2018 by sputterpub

Declaring I’m not stressed when any ask, and sleeping rather soundly for my age, I’m quite sincere – this visage is no mask, I’m not a martyr, and I don’t engage hyperbole to write or self-portray. But lately I’ve a … Continue reading →

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Ice

Posted on December 13, 2018 by sputterpub

In love with ice although it makes him choke, he asks for cups and settles for three cubes. He’s weeks away from swallowing – his stroke disabled signals, plumbed his face with tubes, and swept him out of balance, off … Continue reading →

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Undead

Posted on November 5, 2018 by sputterpub

The sun was out today by 8 a.m. The sky beyond the window’s spanking blue. The weather is inviting me and them to step outside, inflate our lungs, and do a bit of normal fall activity. We’ve spent our time … Continue reading →

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Clear

Posted on October 25, 2018 by sputterpub

Collecting metaphors, we’re talking out a family catastrophe. Attacked by stroke of terrible, we reel about a hill less steep, a launchpad: inexact but apt, expressed to call recovery with optimistic attitudes, of course. We speak in terms of fight … Continue reading →

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Reply

Posted on October 22, 2018 by sputterpub

I’ve been in charge of home and office most my life, forever skirting boundaries and splicing lines. I contemplate a host of questions in proportions and degrees. Then suddenly a child’s spouse is felled, propelling me to cast my cares … Continue reading →

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No Duh

Posted on September 6, 2018 by sputterpub

I think that I’m so smart but married twice, two men it’s clear I didn’t clearly see. And sure I paid a pained and heavy price, but nothing made me plumb their mystery until long after each had gone away. … Continue reading →

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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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Deterrent

Posted on August 9, 2018 by sputterpub

He likes a little Vicodin so much that though he hasn’t sought it on the street, he’s not above some friendly theft. His touch is cautious and his attitude’s discreet; he’s purloined pills from parents, in-laws, friends. He likes the … Continue reading →

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Not Dead Yet

Posted on August 6, 2018 by sputterpub

Six weeks ago I wrenched my lower back. I’m happy to announce, as of today I feel recovered from that deep attack, and though some time was spent in pain, dismay and grouchiness, at least at last I healed. My … Continue reading →

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