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”
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”
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”
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)”