You can never truly see through another person’s eyes. In a sense, you are locked out of the other person’s experience, no matter how you try to connect.
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Fiction, Poetry, Knitting, and Other Good Stuff Posts
Tired of poetry? Check out Cure for the Sleeping Woman One of my fiction stories, Cure for the Sleeping Woman, is available free today on Amazon in the US. From the book description: Effie Gennings likes her history orderly and…
Hamilton with Understudy? Have you seen the musical Hamilton? If you haven’t seen it, and a chance comes along, I highly recommend you see the show. Yes, the topic seems dry. Alexander Hamilton, that guy on the ten dollar bill…
Moving on from Swallowtail to Wasp Last week it was the two-tailed swallowtail. This week, the paper wasp. Not just the wasp, but also the nest it leaves behind when summer is over and wasps go wherever wasps go. Have…
Poem of the week Papilio Multicaudata picks up where I left off last week, with another persona poem. In this poem, the swallowtail butterfly gets to speak.