seeing the neighbor’s cat eating its prey, I’m fine if it’s a rat, upset if it’s a bird

in the time it took me to get my camera, I lost the moment of sunrise light criss-crossing the bedroom wall

what was once a lovely afternoon of decorating has now become a house full of dead flowers in vases

no matter how hard you try to reign them in, Lego pieces stray from the pile and end up underfoot

the reason I keep losing to the Bohemian in chess is because I just don’t see all the possibilities

looking at it is one thing, but start drawing the Flower of Life, and it’s a whole different world