Monday, May 3, 2010

Time runs in fits and starts

I find myself with a love interest; I find myself full of anxiety.
Butterflys wield machetes and I find talking difficult.
Instead of shutting up I fill the space with noise. I always hope it distracts from what a small animal I am.
Chemistry is marked by the churning of my stomach.
Crush is a reference to both the gut feeling and the affect even the smallest slight produces. A crushing of the chest that robs breath and cripples the system.
Those in the throws of infatuation don't eat because there isn't room for anything else.

I'm smitten

Monday, February 15, 2010


After a long hard weekend of battling the plague I'm hungry.
And what I'm really hungry for is a red velvet cupcake from the cakebox.

Such a lovely little place, I wonder if they're open today.

Sunday, February 14, 2010


So here I am making the best attempt at blogging I can.
Dabbling in the fine art of online publishing.

As I'm writting this I'm feeling self concious and awkward. I guess that kind of thing is to be expected in a first time out.

Here I offer up the things I like, and the things I make.
Slowly we'll get to know each other and become friends.