dear carrots…

Dear Carrots, It has come to my attention that I don't eat enough of you.  Unless you're smothered in butter.  Or blue cheese dressing.  That's how you taste best after all.  However, enough is enough.  I'm nearing my mid 30's and the less I eat of you the more I seem to eat of other … Continue reading dear carrots…

poetry time again…

words softly spoken but audible for no one to hear whispered as they appear on screen with more feeling than the clack of keys can muster beneath shaking fingers a shaking head and stillborn breaths.

silenced…

There are times that I’m surrounded by so many goings on.  People here and there.  Talking.  Watching.  Thinking out loud and rather than make small talk and join in conversations that are outside my interest I tend to find a way to make quiet.  To muffle the sounds or buffer the interaction that, at the … Continue reading silenced…