Manhattan

Today, considering it’s World Poetry Day (I hope all of you are celebrating by reading and writing your own poetry!), I’m going to post something I recently wrote up about New York City. I was inspired by a view of the city I managed to get while looking for parking before work. Fresh Meadows and…

Parking

Anyone who lives in Queens and Brooklyn, or visits New York City on a regular basis knows how bad parking is, regardless of the neighborhood you’re in. I work in Fresh Meadows, right on the border of Jamaica Estates. Parking, for the most part, is pretty good, and there’s lots of residential areas where no…

Clouds

I wrote this poem at work, either on my break or during a slow point in the day in between articles. I have a nice big window next to my desk, but unfortunately I can’t see anything except the sky. It’s better than no light at all, so I can’t complain. Clouds I see nothing…

Photo Albums

We’re going back to prose today. I originally wanted this to be flash fiction, but there was no way I could separate myself from this story. I wrote this while I was upstate on New Years. My uncle broke out the old photo albums and went through the backstories behind every photo. It was too…

When the Giant Spiders Take Over and Whatll’ya Have

You’re all in for a treat! One of my former classmates in my writing program submitted two poems for you all to read. His name is Rob Gunther and he’s an insanely talented fiction writer. I’m still trying to figure out how he manages to run marathons, work full-time, and write every day — all…

Questions

I wrote this with the idea in mind that I would write a story that only asked questions. I always felt that one question leads into another and another. It was really fun doing this and I definitely feel like there’s enough of a story/plot for the reader to pick up on. I’ll let you…

Running Late

Sorry for not getting a post out yesterday! I’m hoping to get back on track with this. It’s a little different from what I’ve been posting. This is a one page (double spaced) play I wrote for the same tiny text class. I loved this assignment because it forced us to make every description, every…

A Place I Once Lived

Hey everyone. This is the follow up (it was part of the same assignment given in class) to the previous post. Again, the title is the prompt. The idea with this and the last post was to write short pieces with only one sentence paragraphs. A Place You Once Lived I lived in an upstairs…

Cigarettes

MATT: 25 years old GINA: 24 years old ¬†Cigarettes SETTING: Stuck in bumper to bumper traffic on the LIE. ¬†MATT is behind the wheel. GINA is in the passenger seat. A man smoking cigarettes in the car in front of them repeatedly drops smoked cigarettes out of his window. GINA Wow, this traffic is awful…