aging

  • There’s plenty of time, I think, as if I werea youngster of thirty or forty or fifty or sixty,to do whatever’s on my wish list: a visit abroad,work on my book of poems; take a vacation somewhereI haven’t been. Then I stumble across a poem someone’swritten about caring for their dear mom, the fragility,the frequent Read more

  • at least, according to my cardiologist, who I believe, despite his charming bedside manner,does not really know what to say to me,and so he pats me on the wrist and tells methat I’m doing fine, prescribes a little mobile EKGdevice, which I can use to reassure myself, when my heart starts all that thumping like Read more

  • Doing the Prep Work…

    … imagining there’s no heaven After you’re done with some of the paperwork,the powers of attorney, the DNR, the will,and you’ve begun, if not finished, the other stuff;whittled down the belongings, purchased a burial plot,  maybe started your own obituary, along with some directionson what to do with the body – cremate it, put it Read more

  • back then, in Spring as if newly budding leavessprouted from my branches; in Summer, happilybreezing and whispering about; then in Fallwearing unmuted colors to surprise the eyes.These days, when after my nap I awaken,fading hair frazzled and unruly, lookingmore like a Buckeye in Winter,hairless limps unwilfully gone wild,creaking against the ill winds,more often I’m mistakenfor Read more

  • If we’re competent and able to live on our own, we shouldn’t worry if we’re still significant but many of us do, especially upon hearing the sound of an ambulance as it approaches; our reactions are no longerto hustle and take a sneak peek from behind closed curtains to see which of the neighbors is Read more