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Travel Poetry: Running With Zeus

We visited the Temple of Zeus in Olympia on my trip to Greece in 2019. It’s hard to believe I’m already coming up on two years since that vacation. I felt like a kid exploring those ruins. I was obsessed with Greek mythology in middle school. Funny though, Zeus was never one of my favoriteContinue reading “Travel Poetry: Running With Zeus”

The Voyage

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.

Into the Ancient Past

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”

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”