Observations in Starbucks

I wrote this in Penn Station at Starbucks while waiting for my girlfriend to get out of school. I had to be in the city and thought it would be cool to continue writing my thesis at the New York Public Library, and it was awesome, but the library closed early and I had a…

Jones Beach, Field 6

In honor of it being abnormally hot out for late-September, I’m going to post something quick I wrote over the summer while sitting on the beach. They were originally written in one giant paragraph, but I’m going to break it up where I see fit. Jones Beach, Field 6 I’m sitting on Jones Beach at…

Some Changes

I’m sure you haven’t noticed, but my blog has gone through some significant changes recently. As usual, I’ve been unable to keep my promises to write every day, and as usual, I have an excuse: I did just graduate and I had plenty of time to write, but my focus was primarily on finding a…

One Is All It Takes

I’m just free writing here. It started out as a poem, but I couldn’t stick with the form. Maybe that’s a metaphor for something. Maybe I’m just playing around with the title. Either way, I’ve had so much on my mind, and I’ve wanted nothing more than to be able to free myself from it…

I’m Ready, Are You?

I don’t know what to call this. Some sort of combination between free writing and free verse. Poetic free writing? Does that make sense? Either way, it’s a mess, like myself right now. So much is going on and I’m in zero control. All I can do is buckle up. The journey hasn’t been easy…

What I Live For

Nothing special. Just free writing. Maybe I’ll use these thoughts for a future story, or turn them into an epic poem. What I Live For The brightness of the sun the day after it snows. The smell of a summer rain. Feeling the dirt compress underneath your hands when you finish planting a tree. Cloudy…

Free Writing

I’ve had a serious case of writer’s block for some time now. I haven’t been able to write a story without having to use a prompt since school ended. The only way I know how to break out of it is to just keep writing, regardless of how bad it is. I think for this…