From this prompt. I think I know who I am sometimes  In the mirror I look At myself with eyes that are  less than sharp That’s okay, as I’m not really solid  I’m moving particles – or so the physicists say How can I even hope to see myself?  But I do see what I think […]


I’m looking at the crowded kitchen counter. The get-well flowers my dear friends sent are slowly fading. The yellow tulips have closed.  The purple ones that might be lilies are past their prime, but their color remains. I should capture this color combination for a palette.  I hate to throw them away, but I have […]

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