About The AuthorGabriel Mongefranco is an experienced leader in software development and security analysis. On his free time, he is also a writer, poet, philanthropist and adventurer. Learn more.
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- Posted on 2010.12.02 | 2 CommentsSo, what was the first thing I did? Well, I walked out of that ceremony with my naturalization certificate in hand and headed straight home to fill out the most important applications of my life: FBI and NOAA Corps.
- Posted on 2010.08.26 | No CommentsThis poem is about my life-transforming week-long kayaking trip in the North Channel with some Calvin College students for Wilderness Orientation. I wrote it while atop a cliff where we went rock climbing.
- Posted on 2009.03.04 | No CommentsIt starts up high in the vaporized waters, where the cosmos pauses as it passes through a heavy magnetic field....
- Posted on 2008.09.07 | No CommentsRain is their guide to the hidden, their road to the unknown, their fuel, and their power. Rain is a life form that surrounds them in the mist of the vivid tempest, wrapped in lightning, in this dark but refreshing wet air.
- Posted on 2008.06.03 | No CommentsWhat lies ahead is unknown. Sometimes, one can only embark into a new adventure hoping to find compassion in those that drive through the long road. One can only hope to find ahead the one thing that means the most....
- Posted on 2007.07.01 | No CommentsDwelling over a first, great, true love.
- Posted on 2007.06.29 | No CommentsAlthough we sometimes get lost in our problems, we must not forget what we all are truly after: peace. Written for a friend while visiting her at Hope Network (a rehab hospital).
- Posted on 2005.03.31 | No CommentsLike that first kiss, or first time, or great moment together with someone especial -- aren't those the moments that make you feel like you're home? However, if a home is but an intermittent collection of special moments, then my idealistic beliefs of a home are not realistic. Perhaps a home is abstract enough to be eluded by definitions.
- Posted on 2005.02.17 | No CommentsViviendo en la aungustia de un amor no correspondido (living in anguish due to a non-reciprocating love).