National Poetry Writing Month, Day #9

Today’s napowrimo.net prompt is to write a poem ‘that includes a line that you’re afraid to write…because it expresses something very personal that makes you uncomfortable…’ It’s a little weird to say but I’m afraid to die alone It almost doesn’t matter what’s on the other side Aging is a struggle of its own of deterioration [...]

December 8th

It was Monday evening, a few minutes before 9 p.m. I had spent the last 35 minutes or so listening to Armed Forces by Elvis Costello and the Attractions; M*A*S*H would be coming on at 9, so I put away the LP, turned off the stereo, and headed for the living room. Since my mom had already [...]