Poetry

I first wrote poetry at the ripe old age of 12. My mother gave me the scrap of paper she’d saved over the years with my first real poem. (I’d written a poem in 3rd grade which I can only describe as doggerel.) So this scrap of paper held the starting words of “Introspection is…

Decisions

Well I have decided to move, if I haven’t already mentioned that. I don’t know when that’ll be. But I need to get away from this house – which is falling apart faster than I can fix it (except the kitchen). Also need to get away from rickety stairs, smelly cats in the neighborhood, high…