It Will Do

I’m finally almost done with The Histories by Herodotus. I’ve been reading this book for months and months. It’s so hard trying to read when you’re busy at work, busy at home, and busy trying to find a new one. Now that things are calmed down, I have the time to sit and read and actually enjoy…

Trophy Hunters

I just want to start out by saying fuck trophy hunters. I’m all for hunting, and I don’t hate the second amendment, but when it comes to trophy hunting, I’m 100 percent against it. There’s absolutely no reason to take pride in shooting beautiful animals for the sake of shooting them, to boost your ego,…

Natural State

I wrote this poem in honor of fall and #nationalpoetryday. I wanted to post something a lot sooner, but I had a really rough creative day. I’m spending a lot of brain power writing for work and for my own separate projects, so there’s not much left in the tank at the end of the…

Through the Wind

I’m still working on getting back into the fiction groove, so I have a poem I wrote over the summer for you all while I continue to read and grind away. I finished Kafka’s collection of short stories today, and I felt there wasn’t much I could take away from him that hasn’t already been…

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…

Downpours

I wrote this quickly while looking out my window. The weather has been so terrible lately. From my window, I can see the rain coming close before it actually gets here, which is such an interesting phenomenon because there’s barely anything you can do about it. You have to just ride it out and hope…

A Rock from the Mountains

Here’s another poem for you all! It’s about a rock. I’m serious. Not The Rock. A rock. A rock I found in the mountains last weekend when I went up to New Paltz. The image I used for this article is actually one I took myself of Lake Minnewaska up in the Shawangunk Mountains. This National Poetry Month has…

Driving On a Rainy Day

I have a relatively dangerous habit — and curse — of coming up with ideas for stories, poems, and projects while I’m driving. But I do not text and drive! I use the voice recognition feature to get my thoughts down, otherwise I’ll forget them and they’ll be gone forever. I came up with this…

Oil Slick

When I first started to write this poem, I wanted the piece to sound poetic before actually deciding it was, in fact, a poem. I wrote this in my journal, which is small and doesn’t leave a lot of room for those who have big handwriting like myself. I noticed that the words I had…

Gardening

I’ve been sitting on this poem for a while, not entirely sure what to do with it. I loved how it came out, but I kept feeling like there was something wrong. I think I finally got it to where I want it, so I’ll let you all be the judge. Gardening In the light,…