Tag Archives: Aging

Generating

Posted on July 18, 2020 by sputterpub

I feel I owe the kids apology: we meant to change the world in ‘68. Somehow my cohort lost its energy; we settled in for goods instead of great. Apparently the time was wrong for us. We marched and rioted, … Continue reading →

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To Sleep

Posted on July 15, 2020 by sputterpub

I think I like to sleep, but I’m not there to judge; it’s only as I start to fall to slumber, that I’m comfortably aware my latest thoughts are what I can’t recall. As I relax, I set my hands … Continue reading →

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The Last Time I Die

Posted on July 9, 2020 by sputterpub

I doubt my death will be a pretty sight; I’ve lived too long to make a lovely corpse. Most likely I’ll be in a bed, and might be looking like the sort of beast that warps a grandson’s dream to … Continue reading →

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Tunnel Vision

Posted on April 8, 2020 by sputterpub

My best friend’s friend, a woman known to thrive until this year’s retirement, declares that everyone she knows past sixty-five has lost at least a little brain. She swears it looking husband-ward, at hers and those of half a dozen … Continue reading →

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Delayed Indignation

Posted on April 6, 2020 by sputterpub

I never was submissive, but my aunts and mom and girlfriends acted lady-like. Without insisting that I wear the pants, I power-grabbed and never tried to psych myself into compliant frame of mind. “Who says?” was like an axiom to … Continue reading →

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Clarity (Toilet Water)

Posted on March 27, 2020 by sputterpub

Accustomed to new orthopedic pain, and learning joint by joint anatomy, to interrupted sleep, unearned weight gain, and moving at reduced velocity, imagine my surprise when I awoke today (to sun and warming atmosphere – the morning dawned without a … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 7 (At Least)

Posted on March 24, 2020 by sputterpub

Each day it sinks in deeper what a mess we’ve made, how serious pandemic is: the overturning market, local biz beset or forced to close. We cannot guess a timeline – lacking data we confess we’re almost clueless. Theories fade … Continue reading →

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Morning Therapy

Posted on March 23, 2020 by sputterpub

Resuming at-home exercise at last, to end a long hiatus – two months off – I knew I’d ache, but soreness has surpassed my expectation. Added to the cough that lingers, I am feeling tender, old, and weaker than I … Continue reading →

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Flustered at Russell

Posted on March 18, 2020 by sputterpub

Three blocks away three years ago she lost direction. She was driving to my place, and somehow her location wires crossed. She called me, flustered. I began a race to her on foot. I said, “Stay where you are,” and … Continue reading →

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Ridden and Written

Posted on March 16, 2020 by sputterpub

I used to ride my bike most every day. I used to try each morning to compose a poem, or put 300 words in play, but into every life existence throws up circumstances outside our control; I had to take … Continue reading →

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