A poem about going to the gym at 75 and older. It’s all about which gym. When you find a senior-friendly gym everything comes right.Continue reading
On shelves and hooks it hangs and hovers/ always verging on too much/ and next year and every year/there will be more of such and such/ and more. More stuff.Continue reading
“Old” is a word that daily grows more vague
and more distasteful for the semi-old.
My mother said that seventy years is plenty of years and after that you’re a nuisance a mistake you’re a burden to the state. So when I hit seventy I noticed the date but mothers are allowed to be wrong about stuff some of the time, that’s fair enough and the seventies turned out to […]Continue reading
a small boat floating on a sea of memories words I readily use swim near the surface some words dwell in the darkest deeps every year more nouns and names but I will fight the good fight on the tip of my tongue buyer’s remorse I think slower I’m slowing her down I want to […]Continue reading