Category Archive: you are my wild

LITTLE ORANGE SLICES.

They are my little orange slices, my cupcakes, my pumpkins; my jellybeans, my bunnies, my peanuts. They run around the house, the take apart the couch, they throw legos down the stairs, they… Continue reading

THE SMALLEST OCEAN.

Sawyer crossed the smallest ocean alone. ┬áThe water was choppy and drops fell into his eyes. He wished he had access to a boat, but he made do with his snorkel mask. He… Continue reading

THE DOUBLE BOUNCE.

Rainy day. Sawyer jumping high. Off night stands. Pillows in the air. Hair flying. Limbs flying. A double-bounce-seat-drop on a tempurpedic mattress, with a backdrop of felt hearts. Sometimes on a winter afternoon,… Continue reading