Senseless Obessions.

Sorry for the absence, we've been traveling a lot in the past few days but we're finally home. There's been quite the thunder storm going for most of the day, I'm enjoying it so long as I remain inside. Going to the States was pretty great, a lot of the things they had in Seattle and Port Angeles were things I've never seen. I'm beginning to amass quite the collection of British/Irish/Scottish cookbooks and ingredients. Just the other day I purchased my first ever tin of treacle and I can't wait to try and use it! I'm a wee bit fascinated with the food and culture involved and I try my hardest to keep what I make authentic. I'm attempting to bring myself to having black pudding (For those who don't know it's made with sheep's blood and various organs) I seem to be having a little trouble with getting over the inital thought of it.

     Senseless Games

I hear your whispers

through the walls.

Paper thin and vain

you are.

A taunt, a tease

a laughing gaze.

Your flitting hand wraps

longing round my heart.

A bitch, a skank

a senseless whore.

I’m not up for your cold games,

not anymore.