Rants of the Newly Old

The New York Times Real Estate section this weekend has an article about people who still have physical print books and keep them in their o...

  Jane Coaston hosts the podcast “The Argument,” and recently she was discussing football, as in, is it ethical to be a...

I’ve never been old before. This new old body could be floating Through ether in another universe, but it is not so far away. Does it te...

My aging body is new to me. How like prisons Are the body templates women must match, built On fantasies of a male hive mind, cultivated...

I read about rural women in Afghanistan, how They feared the Taliban, relied on the Taliban, feared the Taliban again. They did not unde...

The writer stares at a blank white window, a Reminder that she must write 1,000 words today. She’s a novelist With five books, each one ...

Science speaks, but who listens? Crossroads are where Two sides meet, to yell, perchance to talk. Few Are comfortable with the uncertain...

She lunges for the iron door, hoping to escape, but she’s Just too late. She’s drowning in sparkles of dust that rise in a Tidal wave. Des...

She feels her arms too long, her legs too short To reach the stars, her desired goal for answers on The questions tha...

Her arms and legs are the wrong size to fit the rules For swimming in Hades’ lake. She’s told to trim for Form, but where to begin. Every...

Her spirit rallies while she sleeps under trees, with No limits. Reality jimmies the lock to her dreams,  Glaze of light bursts borders, cr...

Her hold on power is stronger than gravity. She’s not sorry She rules. It is her right. We bow before her, we Bring tribute: sunflowers,...

I ran into an old friend on the street today. He’s about my age, 70s, more my husband’s friend than mine. I was masked, he was not, so I rec...

You haven’t been home for years. It’s time to revisit The homestead. Except you have no homestead or a Single home where you grew up. The ...

Fire meets Fire aloft, introduced by lightning, a Cousin to cumulus. Sere redwoods bloom with fire. Orange flames lick ...

Father lightning shoots down a sharp jolt and a Dry tree welcomes his jab, leaping into fire That creeps gingerly among dry leaves so ...

Yesterday, I had to go to White Plains to see my dermatologist. He has not been coming to his Manhattan office since covid arrived, and I ha...

A couple of weeks ago I went to a movie theater for the first time in a year and a half, to see Lin-Manuel Miranda’s “In the Heights.” The c...

source: The Podcast 70 over 70 Puts a Forward Spin on Older People   Some think old people are unfamiliar with the In...

source: World Is Facing First Long Slide in Its Population   She retreats to a distant cave in desert hills, feeling the world Recede ...

So it's been a while since I wrote a golden shovel poem, but I've been saving source headlines to work on. Even though it's now ...

source: Summer Is Coming. Let the Words Flow   Words line up neatly in dictionaries, until summer Heats the pages. ...

source: Transforming a Fake Reality into Real Drama   Fireflies light up the meadows, transforming Fields into a ga...

source: What This Town Needs Is a Concrete Whale   He hitches up damp denim overalls in the morning after what He feels is a call from un...

source: Finding a Sailor Lost to Ice and Time   She joins the exploration team in hopes of finding Answers to all questions. She belie...

 source: Three Ways of Looking at a Performance Auditions for summer start in three Weeks. The summer months search for ways To make th...