“And miles to go before I sleep…”

I’m at a point in my life when it’s obvious that there are many more days in my past than those remaining in my future. In other words, I’m beyond my expiration date or shelf date and must prefer for the inevitable. Maudlin thoughts entering the new year 2025? Maybe. In my stories, human mortality is always part of the plot, though, so it’s difficult to not be morbid at times, especially when I kill off a character!

N Scott Momaday taught me to love poetry, but I could never create any of my own...