Category Archives: Poetry

Too Old to Level Up

Posted on August 29, 2022 by sputterpub

My bedtime habits were unchanged last night.The hour was the usual, the bedas comfortable as ever, and the lightno brighter than the customary glow.Yet sleep was slow to come to me. No frightor worry filled my mind, but drowsy dreamssuccessively … Continue reading →

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Sleep Position

Posted on August 28, 2022 by sputterpub

A side sleeper since I was 17,I used the port side of the marriage bedand didn’t know how much that choice would mean(no matter where we moved we kept our edge).When we divorced I switched, and then was seenby kids … Continue reading →

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Metering Me

Posted on August 27, 2022 by sputterpub

There isn’t any need to hurry.Fortune is deferring worry.Favors I don’t have to curry.Though my vision’s often blurrythat’s from floaters, quite benign.I can now afford a soft decline.

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Moving Gently

Posted on August 26, 2022 by sputterpub

The disconnect between my mirror faceand how it feels within has grown so vast,I’m nearly into dodging any placereflecting my own visage back to me.But first I’ll try to cultivate some grace(imagining the worse the future holds).I’ll practice balance and … Continue reading →

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Kindergarten

Posted on August 25, 2022 by sputterpub

My buddy started big-kid school last week.He trotted off without a backward glance.But he was up before his clock could speak,and after school his bowels marked his pants(who’s not since birth endured that circumstance).He’s brave, and teeming with intelligence,but probably … Continue reading →

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Patter

Posted on August 24, 2022 by sputterpub

Historically, our summer’s always dry.The sprinklers rise and spray three times a weekat 7 in the morning. That’s when Istay close to them – their sound is not unique,but mimics rain on garden plants. The skydenies us irrigation, fires wreakus … Continue reading →

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Wind Watcher

Posted on August 23, 2022 by sputterpub

He left her years ago, his final breathexhaled in mid-October of aught-six.She’s been an active widow since his death,who tries to exercise and shop and fixmost any soul she meets. A thing she picksto focus on, outside her maladies,the subject … Continue reading →

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To JAA

Posted on August 22, 2022 by sputterpub

You need to tell your mother what you feel.I see your face and recollect how wellyour uncle spoke when he made his appeal.You need to tell. I used to rage. You should have heard me yellwhen I was middle-aged. My … Continue reading →

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Emotional Impressionism

Posted on August 21, 2022 by sputterpub

A lot of love but too much wearinessI witness while abiding here 4 days.A dour attitude that would suppressa little mania. A tiny crazethat may enlarge, in unremitting stress.The teary eyes, lugubrious displays,vague fantasies that consequence disrupts,and not much more … Continue reading →

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Travel Tweak

Posted on August 20, 2022 by sputterpub

I travel-tweaked my back on Thursday last(the lumbar left is weak and I am old).And that was after hoisting weight too fast(at 18 months, the grandkid’s big and bold).But now I’m visiting, at rest, in foldof family, away from all … Continue reading →

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