Tag: Creative Writing
Nature as a Teacher
Now, after decades spent trying to figure out why aspects of my life have not made sense, do I understand the need for Transcendentalism. I can truly appreciate why Thoreau and Emerson spent their time surrounded by nature and in the most truest sense,… Continue Reading “Nature as a Teacher”
Suburban Dream
Suburbia is a nap. Not an early evening nap that fades to night and eases into the next morning, but one of those thirty minute cat naps after which the sleeper jolts awake in a state of confusion and spends the remainder of the… Continue Reading “Suburban Dream”
The Final Battle
On a whim, I entered the NYC Midnight short story contest. Turns out, there were around 4,000 entries and only a little over 500 were selected to move on to round two. “The Final Battle” ended up placing first in my heat.… Continue Reading “The Final Battle”
Once Upon a Time in Suburbia (incomplete)
Navy blue boxes of processed macaroni and cheese at the grocery store. Black SUVs parking in make believe driveways. A highlighted forest of reverse bobs. Attack out of monstrous boredom. Greyish- white snow, static. “I was so busy,” speaks the diplomatic, suburban headlines. Read… Continue Reading “Once Upon a Time in Suburbia (incomplete)”
