Triskadecaphobic?

Not me — I was born on the 13th. Like most fears, fear of the number 13 or Friday the 13th is a culturally induced belief. I don’t know anyone who’s actually afraid of 13 — I do know people who are afraid of werewolves (Carl), peanut butter (Lisa), angora (Barbara), and t-bar ski lifts (Janet). They make my own fear of big spiders and tarantulas seem reasonable. And, since this is my blog, there won’t be any representative pictures of arachnids in this post.

I’ve written about beliefs and wishing before, including monsters under the bed, in my poem “Did you Ever?” I’m going to explore deeper fears next. Unlike wishes, even writing about fears is sending out the invitation to them to show up in my life.  Poetry is an extreme sport.