Tag: granada
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Granada: A Poem
How could I have known Down cobbled streets, that When we seek, that That. Which is, without Words How could I have known The beat you would Keep pressing on My life At the long stretch Of every dawn How could I have known, The gauche Moorish ghosts haunting the cathedrals of my heart Blood…
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To the One Who Never Will
Our story is never-ending. That to say, I will always love you. Aware of this dream state which is my tendency to romanticize the past.
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In My Heart of Hearts, I Will Always Love You. | An Open Love Letter, Deep in Memoir: The Boy Meets World, the Conflicted Future Self.
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“My sudden love of these two women came into existance upon two separate planes of thought Like a split in the multiverse that is the self. Shay. Shay is stability. Comfort. Success. Whereas Ingrid. Ingrid claims the part of me which belongs to the world. A manifestation of my desire to roam freely and simply…
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From the Rooftops of Granada — an excerpt from my manuscript for ‘The Outsider.’ A Confessional Memoir/Novel on Identity, Love, Travel and Revolution in the Arab Spring.
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in Adventure, Art, Author, Authors, backpacker, Backpacking, Blogging, Book Blog, Confession, existentialist, history, In Another Country: Novel, Kansas City, literature, love, memoir, Middle East, NaNoWriMo, nonfiction, novels, poet, Poetry, publishing, Review, rough draft, Spain, The Outsider, Travel, travel writing, travelblog, travelblogger, traveler, writingI mean, it’s not cheating if nothing happens. Oh, but emotions run deep. Which begs the question: What’s worse, an emotional or a physical affair?
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A Triangle Under a Spotlight Sun
“I could hear the blood rushing in my ears. Feel the sun beating over my brow, speckled and damp and her brow wet like honey. The blood rushing and wet like honey. The blood rushing. The beating heart in Kansas City. The honeyed skin, the beating hearts, the beating suns. Wet like honey. A triangle…