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”
Category Archives: nonfiction
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”
Wanderlust: Spain
I’m not entirely sure why I chose Spain as the first European country I visited, but that’s where my parents and I went in the summer of 2015. It was more of a whim really, or maybe my brain though it’d be best to start somewhere where at least I speak the language (other thanContinue reading “Wanderlust: Spain”
Facing the Fall
Another steep climb over slick gray rocks, but at least that day the sun was shining. Short on breath, once again but I paid no mind as I drank it all deep. Another cliff side looking down to a fall into crashing blue waves, but this time I faced the height. With cautious steps andContinue reading “Facing the Fall”
Morning Whiskey at Red Fox Inn
I wrote this piece when I traveled to Ireland for the first time last year. Been missing it like crazy. I need to go back! It’s been a busy year, and a busy month, but I wanted to make at least one contribution to National Poetry Month. One part whiskey, two parts hot brew pouredContinue reading “Morning Whiskey at Red Fox Inn”
Wanderlust: Washington, D.C., Summer
My first time in Washington, D.C. was in the summer. I can’t quite remember what year it was. Possibly 2012, just before I graduated from UCF. Regardless, my best friend joined me on another adventure to go to an audition, and my cousin graciously hosted us for 48 hours. I was up and awake forContinue reading “Wanderlust: Washington, D.C., Summer”