Joaquin Gonzalez (United States) published:
FREE WRITING
Thirteen years of formidable success,
Once abodeless.
Nevertheless, awaiting sunset,
Intending to relieve his stress.
Yet, glimmers of light were omnipresent,
and present were the colorful sparks of of hope.
Including in the bottomless aperture that dwelled upon him,
In laughter and in glares.
He pondered: was it really fair?
The aperture aimed to agonize the boy,
making him heedless of the scope.
It failed.
Every time it tried,
The boy would gallantly persist.
To weep, to reflect, to unwittingly...
6 days ago
Joaquin Gonzalez (United States) published:
FREE WRITING
9 days ago
Joaquin Gonzalez (United States) published:
FREE WRITING
9 days ago
Joaquin Gonzalez (United States) published:
FREE WRITING
9 days ago
Joaquin Gonzalez (United States) published:
FREE WRITING
With the greetings of a great green statue, the precarious lumber dock draws near. Rather hastily, the large crowd exits the ship. You are resting in the warm clasp of your mother, as she follows the crowd’s trajectory. You cannot seem to fully lay hold of the quagmire, but you smile in relief. It is 1899. You are a three year old girl, who fled the natural disasters in your motherland, Italy, to inhabit America. Approximately a decade passes. ...
12 days ago
Joaquin Gonzalez (United States) published:
FREE WRITING
Rather hastily, my eyelids unzipped. I squinted at the inordinate amounts of light pouring into my field of view. My body felt heavy. My neck was stiff. I gingerly tilted my head to observe my home--it personified vacantness. Today wasn’t right. I then turned to my side, and there was my mother, wearing a grimace of pain. Why? Just hours later, her and I were abodeless. Instantaneously, we had lost everything. I had solely four years of age hence my father’s second fated abandonment. Nevertheless, to my mother, possessing nothing simply meant starting anew, and that’s precisely what she did. If the phraseology “home is where you make it” was a person, it would be my mother. Regardless of the time, the...
about 1 month ago
Joaquin Gonzalez (United States) published:
FREE WRITING
Crystals. Some bigger than others. Some older than others. Others hidden. Some glistening, some dim. Nonetheless, all crystals are endless and omnipresent. They will always continue to be created, for there are innumerable amounts of these crystals already dispersed throughout this ever-expanding cave. And I like to call that cave, Our Universe, and the crystals, its History.
History is important to me not only because I think it is necessary to know the origins of oneself, of one’s culture; the...
about 2 months ago
Joaquin Gonzalez (United States) published:
FREE WRITING
Crystals. Some bigger than others. Some older than others. Others hidden. Some glistening, some dim. Nonetheless, all crystals are endless and omnipresent. They will always continue to be created, for there are innumerable amounts of these crystals already dispersed throughout this ever-expanding cave. And I like to call that cave, Our Universe, and the crystals, its History.
History is important to me not only because I think it is necessary to know the origins of oneself, of one’s culture; the...
about 2 months ago
Joaquin Gonzalez (United States) published:
FREE WRITING
Humans down below, satellites up above. This is planet Earth. Gingerly zoom out. Stars are present. Then the spatial Nebula, the Solar System, and galaxies. And beyond exists the Universe--the totality and unity of everything that exists, and has ever existed. The entirety of space. Are us humans alone in this boundless Universe? Now, chiefly since the mid-20th century, extraterrestrial life has been a controversial, relevant, and ongoing scientific mystery, as well as an astronomic topic of investigation. In this...
about 2 months ago