i read this poem this morning and thought it was new but it was written in 1923.

Sometimes it seems as though some puppet-player,
   A clenched claw cupping a craggy chin
Sits just beyond the border of our seeing,
   Twitching the strings with slow, sardonic grin.

                                                                                                        -angelina weld grimké

i wrote sometimes as a tag for a picture from yesterday. my new camera puts it in a folder named previous 30 days so i have to type in sometimes and then i get all the pictures called sometimes going back to 2013. sometimes often recurs. sometimes i get a strange feeling that everything new is recurrence.