Part 3: Old English There was still some climbing left to be done for the weekend. The long distance we traveled necessitated that we take as much advantage of the pristine Red River Gorge rock as we could. In addition to that, at this point in our trip, there had been a shift in me. I didn’t want to go home anymore. The panicky urge to drive back to Illinois and then… Read More
Category: Ramblings Tags: best friend, climbing, death, ERC, eric cruz, fiction, grief, peace corps-peru, peru, peru 30, Red River Gorge, rock climbing, short stories, short story, travel writing
On November 1st a lot of Peruvians celebrate All Saints Day. Today the streets were full with flower vendors so that people could buy fresh flowers to bring to their loved ones who have passed on. Many families will bake bread, spend the day together and visit the cemeteries where friends and family members have been buried. Having moved out of my host family’s house I was not able to participate in… Read More
Category: Ramblings Tags: All Sants Day, death, derek winton, ERC, eric cruz, family, flowers, grandma, grandpa, holiday, jake koltun, Kelly Cano, Matt Lackey, november, November 1st, peace corps, peace corps-peru, peru, peru 30, poem, poesía, poet, poetic, Poetry, reflections, relationships, religion, travel, travel blog, travel writing, traveling
After one’s departure We often think: Where do our lovers go? What is the next step? Not once do we hypothesize: Where does the world go, when our lovers can’t speak? They are the ones who might be missing, But we are the ones who are lost; Struggling to be found. Without them we are not whole. Turning inward, We pray Meditate Rationalize: Surely there must be a destination? We hold tight… Read More
Category: Poetry Tags: death, derek winton, dying, eric cruz, Far From Forgotten, I love you, infinite love, Kelly Cano, love, love tribe, Matt Lackey, peru, poem, poesía, Poetry, travel writing
Like a knight and his chainmail, I wear you on my chest; Cotton armor. You guard me not like metal or kevlar. But with advice and loving embrace; Look around. I wash you not with a machine, but with my hands. Memories shake free with each pass through your hair; Two long lost friends. Water flows to help wash the stain, Mixed with nostalgia and tears; Forever pain.
Category: Poetry Tags: circle of life, cotton armor, emotions, eric cruz, friends, life, life course, look around, one life, poem, Poetry, relationships, RIP