Tag Archives: Aging

The Fixer’s Future

Posted on November 12, 2021 by sputterpub

The mother was a fixer all her life,who taught her little girl to people-watchfor make-overs, and labor as a wiferepairing every incidental botch.She’d walk into a room and redesignin mind the furniture and color scheme.Maintaining that she couldn’t draw a … Continue reading →

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Comprising Three People

Posted on November 11, 2021 by sputterpub

I shuffle in the morning when I rise.My skeleton is creaky, and my faceis like my father’s just before demise.I take in coffee, puzzles and some words,and then I’m capable of exercise,which stirs a bout of youth-like energyuntil late afternoon, … Continue reading →

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The Good M.D.

Posted on November 8, 2021 by sputterpub

I guess nobody wants to see the doc,but my aversion stems from an extremeexperience when I was five. The shockstayed with me, reinforced into a themeof error, disrespect, and mindless scheme.But I went in today, and all was nice.The treatment … Continue reading →

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Where the Boys Are

Posted on November 5, 2021 by sputterpub

I passed them passing Bibles out to folkswho crossed their path to get to class by 10 –a line of old white men. They didn’t coaxreceipt – they didn’t preach or say Amen.They didn’t seem upset to be ignored.I marveled … Continue reading →

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Recording

Posted on October 30, 2021 by sputterpub

Committed to remembering my timeof consciousness, I’ve told my tales for years.I’ve noted little episodes in rhyme,and often journalized. I don’t have fearsof Alzeimer’s – my memory’s sublimeand durable, or so it still appears.But lately I’ll admit I’ve contemplatedperhaps true … Continue reading →

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Atwinge

Posted on October 29, 2021 by sputterpub

When fourteen years ago I hurt my back,the doctor thought I’d sprained my spine at first.An MRI revealed the sorry fact:a disk with damage that can’t be reversed.He taught me to avoid a rupture then.He wrote prescriptions for the lovely … Continue reading →

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Posture

Posted on October 19, 2021 by sputterpub

The challenge in the morning ride is mucus management.Arising dry I feel the slide – I once was diligentand blew my nose to clear the flow, but that produced an achebetween my ear and throat I know such repetitions make.I … Continue reading →

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What’s Wrong with Her?

Posted on October 16, 2021 by sputterpub

What’s wrong with her? Again she reads a bookshe first encountered fifty years agothat holds no wit she doesn’t clearly know. Each fall and spring she takes another lookat comedy above and sense below.What’s wrong with her? Again she reads … Continue reading →

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Skeptical

Posted on October 13, 2021 by sputterpub

I’m not against vaccines. I’ve had my two,but I don’t swallow science-y reports.I fell for their pronouncements, to eschewthe fats I flourish on and take in quartsof “healthy” grains, which hastened my decline.I feed my skeptic now – I follow … Continue reading →

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Skeleton (Halloween Drawing Club 3)

Posted on October 10, 2021 by sputterpub

There was an old woman who said“Please ossify me when I’m dead.”She wanted her coreto be used as decor(not ashen or dusty instead).

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