Best Friend Strangers

Read my poem about the joys of travel friendships

Wanderlust: Ireland (Blarney Castle)

The next stop from my trip to Ireland over a year ago was the famous Blarney Castle. No one warned me that kissing the Blarney Stone required some gymnastics. I wasn’t expecting to be held as I bent backwards into a space between walls with no net to catch me if I slipped through. SoContinue reading “Wanderlust: Ireland (Blarney Castle)”

Where It All Began

The road so far is the same that leads us back. Back to where you and I come from, where your ancestors dwelled. It’s quiet here and the people don’t care that we’re here. They figure we’re just more tourists come to see the oddity that is small town life where everyone knows each other.Continue reading “Where It All Began”

Wanderlust: Ireland (Glendalough)

This is part 2 of a mini series I’m writing for my trip to Ireland in March 2017. See the first post here. One of the three days spent in Dublin consisted of a day trip to Glendalough, famous for being featured in P.S., I Love You (which yes, we did watch on the busContinue reading “Wanderlust: Ireland (Glendalough)”

To the Top of the World

Blue to the front and green to the back. Nothing but mountain and sky for miles above and below. Sitting in a plastic box, miles above the surface, life stands still. It’s just an expanse all around and nothing else matters. I don’t feel small or insignificant or afraid. I just feel a part ofContinue reading “To the Top of the World”

Wanderlust: Ireland (Dublin)

Over a year and a half ago I finally got to visit Ireland, a country I’d been dying to see for as long as I can remember. There’s always been something about the Emerald Isles that called out to me. Maybe it was the myths and folklore. Maybe it was the haunting Celtic music. MaybeContinue reading “Wanderlust: Ireland (Dublin)”

Halfway ‘Round the World Again

Your land is named after & runs through the halfway point of two hemispheres, which is only fitting, because I myself traverse two sides of multiple worlds. One foot on each side, straddling the line between Latin anf American, queer and not. It only makes sense that the equator runs through my veins. I wasContinue reading “Halfway ‘Round the World Again”

Hidden Roads

Winding dirt paths that turn into rocky roads lead the way to hidden routes that few tourists find. We make our way through into people’s homes, communities, and lives, and this time, we’re the colonizers. I like to think we’re benevolent though, as we mean no harm and only want to eat their food andContinue reading “Hidden Roads”

Fellow Nomadic Writer

You sit scrawling across The pages of a spiral notebook With a mysterious hard cover By your side. Your eyes dart Side to side on the occasion When you stop writing to look up. Your mouth forms silent words In what I assume is your method Of deciphering the text that comes Next. Two teenageContinue reading “Fellow Nomadic Writer”

Now Boarding

It’s a muffled call over the speaker But everyone gathers their luggage And snacks and pillows A migration over dirty blue carpets. One by one, trudge by trudge We march staccato, weighed down And imbalanced by heavy bags in varied States of wear. Start with the back Of the plane and fill it up toContinue reading “Now Boarding”