I launched myself into the air, grasped the twisted, rough, and somewhat worn length of rope, then swung Tarzan-style into the vast puddle beneath me…
“It” was that state of flow, that intense focus that allows words and ideas to travel of their own accord from my mind and through my fingertips to manifest in all their pixelated glory on the screen before me…
It didn’t want to be ugly. It wanted to find itself adorned with wings of fire, to burn a red streak against the bright blue sky as gusts of wind paraded it above the rest of creation…
A good time meant running through the woods with a slingshot, hunting for frogs and squirrels. He had never eaten a frog or a squirrel, but this morning he was willing to try…
My eyes grew wide as I suddenly remembered guzzling down two entire 16 oz bottles of San Pellegrino (my favorite). They grew wider when I remembered…
“Just don’t do it,” she replied, “right mom?” “That’s right,” my mother said, her shovel scraping against the walkway, “don’t eat the yellow snow…
“Would you like me to lay here with you until you fall asleep?” I asked my five year old son. “You don’t want to do that,” he said, “it takes me forever to fall asleep…
I didn’t really want to leave As long as you believed my smile So did I. My reflection in the mirror knows When it’s a lie. And here alone again and empty Not sure why…
As usual, I hadn’t gotten enough sleep the night before, but caffeine was already infiltrating my system, and I had an apple in my left hand—first breakfast….
The only beetles I possessed were those I purchased off the internet from faraway places, and the closest I got to any kind of jungle was the pile of laundry I was sorting through–filled with its own unique colors and smells…