how very un-catlike…

curled up where in the summer there would be sun shivering but not from winter's nip as limbs stray reaching for long gone warmth not caring that they'd be warmer tucked in curled up protected from the hazy light that will never be a sunbeam

shorts…

I don't know if you're aware of this or not.  It could come as a total shock to you, but it's Tuesday. Yep.  Tuesday.  The second day of the week (if you start the week counting on Monday.  Which is how I do it.  Monday is the beginning of the WEEK.  Sunday is the WEEKEND).  … Continue reading shorts…

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.