Nostalgia

There was an Old Lady that ate a flea
“I don’t know why,” said she.
She went to the circus and show.
To see a flying squirrel, you know.
It spun in the air, but alas, we fear
She [+]

The vigorous sound of nature stole my heart,
As I strolled quietly through the woods,
A fox as cunning as they come,
Looked at me with dread then roamed off without prompting,
The [+]

We discovered the wilderness,
and with it, the pleasures of our senses.
Sun rays shared warmth with delicate fingers,
touching us gently
as we stretched lazily upon rocks and sand [+]

I once thought I didn’t know how to tell how time flies; tracking, following, and racing it always felt like a betrayal to my own identity, as if I was susceptible to guilt by simply hoping time [+]

Here I shall stand,
Underneath the blooming Wisteria.
Roots run deep through the Earth
As the pendulous racemes scatter their lavender petals.
On the Eve of the Spring Equinox [+]

shoes hit the forest floor. Feet slap
mud. 17 children are running
inside of me. The first stabs his toes
into Earth. He grins and shoves
an earthworm into the [+]

“Um, does this kid have a snorkel?” I whispered in alarm as Allison and I watched the family trudge up the path to our hot spring. We already shared the pool with a smattering of other people and [+]

I lie awake at midnight
listening to the song of crickets,
and to the rambling of my thoughts,
my bedsheets stick to my body,
as I am stifled by the heat.
I get up and pace across the [+]

There’s a creaking in the House.
CREAK CREAK
You go to check the back door. The screen door is closed. Practically untouched.
There’s a creaking in the House
CREAK CREAK
You go to check [+]