Through the Mountains

I have another poem for you all tonight. I feel like kicking National Poetry Month off with as many poems as possible because what better way is there to celebrate? I spoke this one while driving up to New Paltz. There were low hanging clouds that were actually clouds and not just fog rolling down the mountains,…

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…

Small Town

I have the unique experience of being born in the city, raised in the suburbs, and having a house in the country. I can look at all kinds of living situations as an outsider and insider. Many of my stories use my property upstate as the setting, but I don’t really spend too much time…

Rehab

Two days in a row. Look at me. I feel like my old self again. I’ve been working on this in class. It’s a fiction piece that takes place upstate. It’s still a work in progress and will be workshopped soon so maybe I’ll post again with further revisions. But for now, enjoy! Rehab “There…