The Moya View

Tag: transition

  • Aftermath

    Aftermath

    Aftermath The crash happens, and then everything waits. The tow truck arrives—sleek and gleaming, its midnight-black paint absorbing the streetlights in a perfect, polished hush. It is not a wrecker—it is a machine with purpose, its curved chassis hugging the ground like a race car— the quiet arrogance of a predator. The hydraulic arm unfolds…

  • Between the Waves

    Between the Waves

    Between the Waves There was never a single border, only the shifting tide of language, guavas glowing in the heat, the churn of Spanglish rolling in before the tide could pull it back. At the checkout line, the cashier asks, “Paper or plastic?”—so simple, so sharp. I glance at Mamá, but her words stick, caught…

  • Paying It Forward

    Paying It Forward

    I don’t worry how my old clothes will look on their new owners at Goodwill. They have places to be, stories to live beyond my closet. Still, letting go feels strange. I hesitated at the donation bin, fingers brushing fabric worn soft by years of routine. Shirts that carried me through long days, pants that…

  • Inside and Back

    Inside and Back

    I journey towards the night watching the light recede.Awaiting me, an unsteady dreamscape of losing things and beings and never finding them.But, there is also the ocean,of waves cradling me to sleepwith the lullaby of my name’srepetition- marooning me from the sound of others,the fears, anxieties to come.Yet, my unconscious tugs me towards the new…