Karen Friedland: Tattered Curtains
they’re taking down
all the big trees in his back yard,
and next the shrubs, and now the small house itself
Ira Sadoff: Emendation
I don’t have to go back
To my childhood, there’s nothing there
I still want…
Old Story: Auditing Grandpa
The IRS decided to audit Grandpa, and summoned him to the IRS office. The IRS auditor was not surprised when Grandpa showed up with his attorney.
Ira Sadoff: Old Selves (read by James Anderson)
Ok, I no longer want them,
the many selves I had to manage
that exhausted everyone.
Doug Anderson: The Fool
At seventy-five I find myself in love.
Not the serene love of an old man
steeped in the wine and wisdom of years,
but one who would kill a dragon for her.
Laure-Anne Bosselaar: On My Walk to the Hospital, Death
Death in the fog, all silver
& grisaille as it wreathes
& muffles children in the park.
David Huddle: Parable of the 4 a.m. Demons
My mind yearns for sleep so innocently it refuses
the perverse truth…
Peter Makuck: Seniors
mocking with an ache
that comes with leafdrop, woodsmoke,
and those shots of bourbon that ease
not a thing
Doug Anderson: One More Morning
Let me say that love will not
let me alone. If it has let you alone, go back
and find it where you hid it under a scrim
of scar-tissue.
Dr. Michael Greger: Dialing Down the Grim Reaper Gene
Only about 1 in 10,000 people live to be a 100 years old. What’s their secret?
Karen Friedland: Gone
Gone is the old grove of green trees
…
Gone is the once-young, dancing body I had
Dr. Michael Greger: How do we slow aging?
Basically, the theory goes, we’re rusting.
Eva-Maria Simms: Letter from my 60th Birthday
I broke into tears before the great abbey door because the lament of the elements had overwhelmed my heart.
