Sunday, February 19, 2012

Tuesday, February 7, 2012


half way dead
mostly young
but old enough to know better

cloaked in failure

crunching ice
bobbing my head 
insomniac dreams of tomorrow

another year 
strike another one off
mark it in the books

Trip, trot, alpha foxtrot
Dimples and dances

happy birthday to me

Monday, February 6, 2012

The Socks

To be perfectly frank this week started with me on my lowest ebb. I hope that things get better from here. Love can sometimes be a stubborn mosquito who never leaves you alone. I need rest. The socks that I neglected for the yet to be completed scarf have managed to grow a few rows. Now they say hello to the world, hoping to find some love despite the imperfections.