Then there is a moment of clarity that illuminates what you must do. It is not time to write a poem. Not time to take in the nighttime scenery breezing by the drive from San Salvador to El Tunco. It is not time to think back over the past week and pinpoint where misguided thoughts…
For three days my brain had been having an ongoing rap battle with my heart. I turned twenty-nine on the island of Ometepe in Nicaragua. It was an opportune day for a birthday. I was in need of encouraging vibes and what better than a birthday to imbibe such energy? No one in the entire…
