I wrote this for my creative writing workshop where I was asked to create my own Creation Myth. Enjoy! 😉 In the beginning the land of Delphia was dark and its only inhabitant was the Eagle Phil. Phil flew for a millennia during the endless night, searching for the elusive stone of Anak. Phil … Continue reading Fly, Eagles, Fly!
Are clementine’s baby oranges? They have got to be related in some way. I mean they both have soft orange exteriors, both are brimming with Vitamin C, and both are acceptable snacks in a pinch. But as I rip the skin from the top I am once again reminded why oranges are much more delightful. … Continue reading The Smaller the Orange, the Sweeter the Juice
Before I moved to Boston in 02, I lived with my maternal grandparents in Rio de Janeiro. I spent weekends over at my paternal grandparents house, hanging out with my cousins and occasionally seeing my father. Those were lovely days, filled with long hours of playing with the fam and not a single care in … Continue reading The Beginning of the End
There was never really much hope, but still we clung on to this foolish notion that time would fix everything. That tomorrow would be a new day and we would be better than we were. But those were lies we told ourselves because we were too scared to face life head on. There was always … Continue reading to no one in particular
"That's the thing about people," she paused to take a drag. "They use you and when they can no longer find any benefit from having you around they toss you to the wind, hoping that your seed will take hold far from here." "Doesn't that scare you?" "I think that at some point it did, … Continue reading Smoke Break I
It’s been three years since I had you up against the wall. You said, “No. We can’t, we shouldn’t…” as our heads slowly inched towards each other. There were people all around us, each of them clueless to the cataclysmic event that was taking place in their presence. Our noses touched and I could feel … Continue reading A Requiem For You
Carlos clutched his phone in his hands waiting for a sign that he wasn't all alone; as of late he seemed to be doing that quite frequently. He sat by the window in a coffee shop watching the humans of New York rush to their next destination. Everyone in this city, he thought, was always … Continue reading The Sign