Get yourself a:

Co-mate,
A partner in exile
Who’ll walk, bike, and run with you,
Until the last mile.

A tattle-tale,
Tear-weaponizer!
Who steals the remote,
Then plays none the wiser.

A navigator!
A co-pilot
On missions to Mars

Who’ll dive under cars
Then lookout for the stars.

In other words,

A confidant
A role model and powerhouse
An artist, an expert
A teacher,

A friend for the summer,
Spring and the winter
And Fall too, though sometimes
He’ll bother.

But far and away,
He’ll be like no other

There’s no better way, so
Get yourself a brother.

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This is not a story of kings, nor is it a story of magic.

This story, is of a humble — trod upon, discarded, riddled with dirt — vegetable: the onion.

Coming in greens and whites, golds and sometimes reds and purples. Large and small, pearl-shaped and just as valuable…

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“It doesn’t taste like anything,” I said, biting down into the crispy, dry griddle cake.

“Of course it doesn’t. Food doesn’t taste like anything.”

I looked up, and found this was true.

“What does it taste like, then?” I asked. He looked down at me, from a great height.

“Memories.”

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Most days, our shadows do not stray from their domain. No match for the cleansing sun, they stretch away from us — long and deformed, innocent.

But this is a lie.

Our shadows follow us wherever we go. Truly, they are unaffected by the sun, or time, or averted eyes.

Where we go, they will be. In our history, in our present, and in our future. To ignore them is to succumb to them, and to walk into our downfall.

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From where It sat, It could see below for miles and miles, thousands of miles, millions upon millions of miles. With each perspective afforded by Its eyes, It could see the fallen. Those too weak of will or body, or mind, to summit. It beat them all, as It knew It must from the moment It spewed forth from Its forbears. Ready now, It turned Its eternal gaze away from those who no longer deserved, and looked Beyond.

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Andrés Felipe Roa

Andrés Felipe Roa

Filmmaker, journalist, actor—I want to tell human stories. Gay, Colombian-American, and proud of it.