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…

Through Mattituck

I went on a trip out east yesterday, and I got to see all the little towns and farms on Long Island that everyone always dreams of living in. It was surreal how small and nice the town of Mattituck was. Everything is perfect out there, minus the fact that there are very few food…

Pulled Away

I’m going crabbing tomorrow so I wanted to write a little poem about what it must be like for the crabs to be ripped from their homes. They’ll know the ocean their whole life and then we’ll come, hungry, and take them away. If all goes well tomorrow, I’ll let you know how it goes. Maybe…

Fire Island

I went to Fire Island yesterday so I’m thinking I’ll write something about it. I haven’t been to the actual Fire Island in years. I went during a field trip in elementary school. We walked along these wooden paths that led to a beach where we could collect seashells. I also remember walking around with…

Too Easy

Here’s another wisdom-tooth-related flash fiction piece for you all. I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned this before, but tons of people I know have overdosed on heroin — two or three very recently, within weeks of each other. After getting my wisdom teeth out, I was prescribed a good amount of pain killers and it got…

Her Last First Date

This quick story came from a prompt that was supposed to be about the perfect first date. I decided to switch it up and put a little twist on it. It’s hard to talk about it without ruining it. You’ll see my intentions are pretty self-explanatory, so I’ll let the story do the talking. Her…

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…

Bike Rides

This is a short, slightly exaggerated memoir piece. Anyone who knows my friends and I knows that we used to go all over our neighborhood on our bikes. This is also the first part of a two-part story. There’s a little bit more substance to these, so I’m spreading them out. Be sure to pay…

The Suburbs

Sorry for the delay! Trying to play catch up on all my school assignments. This is a poem that’s going to be workshopped on Monday. The class is so tough. Everyone is really talented. I feel like I’m constantly playing catch up just to get to their level. Anyways, here’s my attempt. Enjoy! The Suburbs…

A Run

A couple days ago, I went for a run through Massapequa Park. It became my go-to place while training for the Tough Mudder over the summer. Running during the height of the fall season is absolutely amazing. It instantly reminded me of walking through the paths on my property upstate. My last run was cold…