Jicamahouse

Photographer + Writer.

[jicamahouse]

I'm missing spring, so here's some pops of color around the city on film while I try to ignore the gloomy winter blues.

[reneewrites]

New short story out ✌🏼

If you like nostalgia and popsicles, you might like this one.🌵

Excerpt:

It smells like fresh creosote, soaked and dripping onto the asphalt on an evening walk. It smells like sweat running down your back when you step outside to finally cool off when you see the dark clouds starting to form.

I wish I could bottle that smell and take it with me everywhere I go because it's different, very different from rain in other places, I promise.

Homesick Heat

It smells like fresh creosote, soaked and dripping onto the asphalt on an evening walk.

[jicamahouse]

This was such a fun story to write, but it made me very homesick 🫣

[reneewrites]

The House on Positano

A poem about early childhood. And honeysuckle flowers.

Poetry lovers, I have finally found a place to put my backlog of poems from years of hand-scribbled pages across several half-filled notebooks! Here's a little peek at this poem that you can find on my creative writing page if you are into that sorta thing.

The house on Positano had honeysuckle creeping up the side I plucked and plucked until I found the sweetest stem (it never was quite as sweet as I wanted it)

(cont. at link)

[jicamahouse]

From my writing account 🤗

[jicamahouse]

I haven't been on Tumblr since 2012! I was once an active user who named my blog after whichever melodramatic song lyrics I was obsessed with at the time. I'm making my return after 12 years and a thousand lifetimes later. Since my angsty 2012 years (I was graduating high school then) I've grown up into a photographer and writer. I write and photograph both analog and digitally these days, and I thought for my return post, a simple 35mm photo from my evening walks around the block would suffice to say hello. So, hello world, over a decade later and a whole lifetime changed.