[Image via Pinterest, The Magician’s Nephew, by C.S. Lewis] “And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves.” Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse Trees stand like buildings, their branches like floors where little squirrels abide and munch on their snacks. In the summer, theyContinue reading “Full of Trees”
Tag Archives: prose
Scavenging
By: Gabriela Yareliz It had been a rainy day and the bus was delayed. I was the only one waiting for it. Maybe the transit people somehow knew it was just me and decided I wasn’t worth stopping for. Idiots, I thought to myself. I looked around me as if there was some hidden cameraContinue reading “Scavenging”
Seeking Wonder
By: Gabriela Yareliz Oh yes, the season is here. The other day, I woke up and heard the faint bouncing of a basketball at 7 am. Probably the cute Asian kid that lives next door. It was that rhythmic bounce on a slab of concrete in the middle of their tiny backyard. Their net isContinue reading “Seeking Wonder”
Autumn Morning on the Train
Mornings can be strange. It is our first one without rain in almost a week. Sometimes, when I sit on the train, I wonder if something is wrong. People look at me intently, and I ask myself if I somehow forgot my pants or something. This morning, I got several of those intent looks. IContinue reading “Autumn Morning on the Train”
persi in mare
By: Gabriela Yareliz Sometimes, the bright lights confuse us. We stare at them, hypnotized. They leave us disoriented. I understand the way an animal feels when it is caught in oncoming traffic. I think we spend half of our days like that. The better light is the one that glows. We feel it deeply. WeContinue reading “persi in mare”
Deli Dreams (Part I)
Welcome to 2022. To start the new year, I thought we would start with some hopes and dreams. Some of the coolest people in NYC are deli owners and employees. They see it all. (And what is more iconic than a NYC deli and the little black bag they give you for your snacks?) IContinue reading “Deli Dreams (Part I)”
Carried Home
By: Gabriela Yareliz Recently, my fiancé (yes– you read that right!) and I were driving back from a farm outside of the city. Taconic State Parkway, y’all. Unwillingly crawling our way back into Gotham City. It was late, and it’s a dark highway. The only thing illuminating those narrow, dark winding roads was the occasionalContinue reading “Carried Home”
A Letter to Louisiana
By: Gabriela Yareliz The waters will recede and return home. You’ll be home, too. The sunshine will peek out and warm the flaky paint skin on the old buildings. It will soak up the heavy rains like a mother cleaning up a wound. Its hot rays a bright Band-Aid. You’ll sit on your porch againContinue reading “A Letter to Louisiana”
Light Chaser
“We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.” Plato By: Gabriela Yareliz As you may have read, yesterday I had a fun field trip outing. What you did not read was that it was complete with me notContinue reading “Light Chaser”
Story
We are a part of each other’s stories. We belong to some stories more than others, but there is nothing more powerful than when you get to write your own story. Nothing more important than the role you play in your story. Make it a good one.
GABRIELA YARELIZ 