Tag Archives: Aging

The Old Mother

Posted on October 1, 2020 by sputterpub

The mother of my BFF is old.The woman’s age is pushing 95.I’ve known her 60 years and, truth be told,we can’t discover why she’s still alive.It isn’t like she models how to strive(in fact she never sought her level best,a … Continue reading →

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Life Span

Posted on September 25, 2020 by sputterpub

When I was young, I wondered what I’d bewhen I grew up, but never for how long.Perhaps I’d write or learn philosophy…When I was young I wondered what I’d be:a master of marine biology?My passions were diversified but strongwhen I … Continue reading →

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Accommodation

Posted on September 12, 2020 by sputterpub

They roomed together 50 years agoin Berkeley, at the height of its unrest.They both liked drugs, but one of them was slowto move and opted for cocaine as best;the other raced a lot in legs and brain,and liked how marijuana … Continue reading →

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High Horse

Posted on September 12, 2020 by sputterpub

I love your love and value your respectbut honestly, your vehemence is dire.I need your ears and heart – I don’t expectdefensive bold assertions, and your irebecomes a force that forces me to pause.It’s like I never own my own … Continue reading →

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End Game

Posted on September 6, 2020 by sputterpub

My mother says of late she’s glad she’s old.At 94 she’s odd, but that’s not new.She’s lost her spouse and siblings, but she toldme that’s not what her blues are owing to.Disgusted with the politics and press,she claims she can’t … Continue reading →

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The Napping Chair

Posted on August 4, 2020 by sputterpub

At last I own the perfect napping chair. It took a lifetime to acquire this upholstered seat abutting shaded air affording back support and ankle bliss. The view from it is manna for my eyes, although its comfort bids my … Continue reading →

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Oxygen

Posted on July 30, 2020 by sputterpub

I recognize a cultural motif concerning breathing. Millions have awoke to knees-on-necks and choke holds, and the grief of systematic bias. Victims spoke forever who were muzzled and unheard, now constrained to orate through a mask. Compromised by virus or … Continue reading →

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Disagreement

Posted on July 29, 2020 by sputterpub

I seldom take prescription medicine, but after recent implant surgery (tooth number 4, for core titanium), the dentist wrote up pain relief and more. A 10-day course has been my regimen of purple/pink Amoxicillin caps. And I was well at … Continue reading →

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Benign Neglect

Posted on July 23, 2020 by sputterpub

My garden attitude’s benign neglect; I never went for soil on my hands or stooping. I’m so old my neck is wrecked from telephones and tension – I don’t need to stress my knees and back as I’d expect if … Continue reading →

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PseudoStops

Posted on July 19, 2020 by sputterpub

I seldom see the good in boundaries; I tend to play at work and work at play. I set a goal, approach it by degrees, but when it’s reached it doesn’t go away. Some friends I love and honor lack … Continue reading →

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