Playa San Juan del Rio

Smell the smell

It’s not a stench or an aroma or a fragrance

It’s a smell

The smell of hot and rot and life

Good and real – heavy enough to reach out and touch

Breathe it in

Wrinkle your nose

Don’t just smell it, feel it

Heavy and pungent

Like passion and birth

Third world Central America rain and salt water

Clean the air

Life starts over

-Kate Riley

Taking Flight

All ten fingers pressed into the ground

    Twists and turns

    Uncomfortable constriction mixed with determination to grow

    Lengthen

    Lighten

    Breathe

    A firm foundation

    The only way to fly