A poem from my travels to Greece
It’s blue in all directionswith a smooth blanket in frontand ahead, and rippling wavesbelow. Even that line where theymeet is a cloudy blue that waversin the light. We sit back on the outerdeck with our feet kicked up onthe railings, not a care in the world.This vessel is taking us to paradise. Originally shared here.
It’s a million broken stones to seebut we mill our way through, upand down the halls that hold marblebusts and headless torsos. Thoughour feet glide over smooth, clearPlexiglass our eyes take in the groundbelow, into clay and beige dirt withindiscernable shapes of what was onceeither a kiln for fire or designatedchamber pot space. Either way,Continue reading “Into the Ancient Past”
The yellow, blue, and red stand Stark against white mountain caps. Colors bleed stronger than that absence of shade. It will always wave, louder and brighter than the snow surrounding. It calls us home. Originally shared here.
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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”
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”
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”
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”
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”