Loud

This isn’t going to be the final version of this poem. I thought of it in the shower. I don’t know where it came from, but I remember this moment very clearly. This poem is a true story, and I remember it being such a big moment for my mom. My brother has a severe…

Don’t Forget

New Yorkers are going to the polls again tomorrow for another Democratic primary. This time, it’s for governor. I’m honestly torn between Nixon and Cuomo. I don’t really trust anyone with the last name Nixon, but that’s childish and I have no direct connection to Richard. I also don’t like the idea of inexperienced actors…

Learning How to See

After I’m finished reading Kafka’s collection of short stories, I’m going to jump into Herodotus. I’ve always been obsessed with the ancient world. Currently, I’m watching Troy on Netflix, and I’m really into the mythology behind all their actions. I would absolutely love to write like Homer or Virgil and tell great tales of our…

Relatability

I saw a discussion on Facebook about the word Relatability and, apparently, it’s another one of those pointless debates in the literary world (see: the Oxford comma) that seems to split older generations from the younger. Maybe it’s because younger generations weren’t taught grammar properly? Maybe older generations are misinterpreting what younger generations are saying when…

Against a Wall

Homelessness in New York City is an unfortunate reality for too many people. The middle class is slowly dissolving, creating a significant gap between the rich and the poor. The median rent for a one-bedroom apartment in New York City increases every year while the average salary in New York City is stuck around $50,000….

Guest Post: Haikus by Benedette Palazzola

I haven’t had one of these in a while so I’m really glad to let you all know that this is a really powerful guest post by an extremely talented writer, Benedette Palazzola. These three haikus are meant to be read as a single unit, covering social justice and animal welfare. Animal rights and welfare…

Another Cup

I’ve had two cups of coffee today and I’m sure I’m going to have another one soon. It’s just one of those days. But that’s okay. I love coffee and I love writing about coffee. I wrote this poem a while ago in my journal, but never thought to put it on the blog. Tell…

Heat

I don’t know how many of you follow my Instagram account — or know I have one — but last night, I posted a poem on there that I’d love to share with all of you. I’d absolutely love it if all of you who follow me here would follow me there too. @comeandgoliterary is…

Railroad Crossing

Anyone who takes the train regularly knows what it’s like to go between cars to find a better seat or to get to the closest bathroom. There’s always a rush and sense of fear that you might fall through. You see the conductors go back and forth between cars all the time, but they’re professionals…

The Panic

Last post, I was complaining about White Noise by Don Delillo, but I managed to finish it last night and now I’m onto The Panic in Needle Park by James Mills. I had no idea this was a book until I saw an article on Lit Hub mentioning it, and I knew I needed it instantly. I…