S W I N G

“Eeny, meeny, miny, moe,
Catch a tiger by the toe.
If he hollers, let it go,
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.
My mother told me to pick the very best one, and that is YOU…”

A N E M O I

“How did Nathan die?” Mom had been sleeping soundly and was awoken by that question asked by her daughter.  Her eyes fluttered open taking a moment to focus on her daughter’s unkempt hair and eyes still full of sleep because she’d just awoken too.

B L O W H O L E

We stood under the bridge, me admiring the beauty and wondering where the homeless people were because we were surely in the most calming and scenic under the bridge location in all the land. In childish excitement she began throwing seeds everywhere; in holes, atop leaves, beneath rocks, into the stream and finally upon the…