Social gatherings can be difficult.
Another acrostic, these can be a fun challenge to write. 🙂
And then we’re in April. A quarter of the year in the rear view mirror… or in a tunnel?
Lets muse a bit on my culture, yes?
Sometimes I just use poetry to think out loud to myself, making art out of my ruminations.
When I was little, I saw nothing odd in the way my family worked. There was nothing odd in my mother’s mood swings and how it concerned me on a personal level when she was angry or upset. There was nothing strange about my father, who at first used to sing us songs and read us bedtime stories, but with time become more engrossed in his computer and spending most of his free time at home as a solid back in a computer chair, the clacking of computer keys filling the sun-kissed air.