The crisp London air tickles my nose…

I was asked from a dear friend of mine to share a writing piece for their story-telling class. The prompt was left pretty wide open, which I enjoyed. I put together a story from my travels in London that interwove my personal poetry and lyric writings. I adored putting this bittersweet piece together… The crisp…

Home Sweet Home…

After a seven month long journey across the states, Western Europe and Africa, I find myself lying on a bed in California. The feeling is comforting yet slightly confusing as I say hello to old familiar faces but still linger this habit¬†of saying farewell. The words are coming to me much slower this time and…

Beautiful Scars

The thought of scars makes some think of a reflection of momentary pain. But I want to bend that impression and see that scars don’t have to reflect pain or patches of broken skin from an unwanted memory.¬†Scars can actually be quite beautiful… As I pack my final bag before jumping on a plane back…

Many Trains

I ride on many trains, some I know the destinations to and others I hopped on because why the hell not. Trains are rather calming as they zip by unfamiliar places filled with unfamiliar faces. The unknowing is comforting. Riding on trains can be nap time or a time of great thought and self reflections….

Merci

As I trek across from country to country, I gather pieces along the way. Pieces that will help me remember. Pieces that I can give as gifts to others. Pieces that I had brought along and realized I didn’t need any more. The task of sending these pieces back home made me a tad nervous….

Red Light City

Once upon a time there was this one neighborhood in this one big city. You could stumble upon this neighborhood by it’s distinct glow. It had a red tint that grew from its center. Some say they could see the tint of red from miles away. Though some come and go, some have no choice…

Welcome Mat

I’ve been in Germany for just shy of a week and I’ve already felt so welcomed! A big part of that feeling is because of the host family I have been staying with. My friend, Florian, was an exchange student at my high school back in Ferndale, CA. We stayed in touch via social media…

Palm Reader from Queens, New York

The streets felt like they would never end and my feet were feeling heavier and heavier with every step I took. I spent hours on a plane from California and was making my way through Queens, New York to find my friends apartment. I was running against the clock and needed to get to my…

Native Tongue

We all have our own style, pace, and texture of language we use that is influenced by every sound that enters our ears. It’s beautiful. It’s survival. I stepped into this hole-in-the-wall grocery store with a small deli in the back while visiting Brooklyn, N.Y. The run down deli sign was full of classics choices….