Big Sole Blog (BSB)

After listening to the blues channel a bit this morning, I'm starting to think that's where you go if you want to research the poetry of aging. Bettye Lavette's "Talking Old Soldiers," for instance, is a brooding piece about a forgotten man whose friends are all buried now at the local graveyard. I also heard James Armstrong's "Blues at the Border" in which there are the lines "You see the

My eyes ached. I thought for a moment I had crashed and burned. Aging, damn it, was getting the best of me, and I was waking some days with that blue moon in my eye, but I made it through. Sorry for speaking in code, people, but I've learned discretion can save a body trouble.Time to go back to the gym, too. Missing so many sessions kicked me into the stress pool.Playing Alabma 3's "Woke Up This

Sex and the 50-Year-Old WomanBy Nordette N. AdamsWith a body like Helen Mirren's-- never burdened by babies stretchingskin to an alien curve--she is much at 50 the same as 30, bold and glistening,fevered with lust.With a body like Venus of Willendorf,stretched after bearing fresh blood,she forgets her name, contemplatesskin alien as cratered moons cooling,damp and mysterious--the unexplored cave.