Sometimes I meet people that I feel like I already know, and not in the romantic kind of way. Their archetype, their manner, their brand–it’s been done before. Are we then all copies of someone else? And who does it better, them or us? Or is it just…
I hate New York right now. It’s crazy because I never thought I would say those words. I used to walk around, feeling so inspired and drunk in wonderment at it all–the people, the buildings, the lure. Really, I was a fish on a hook. New York had…
Let me summarize for you–YES. The Statue of Liberty in New York is an absolute MUST for every New Yorker and non New Yorker visiting the city. If waiting in lines scares you, come on a weekday or splurge for a limited Crown Ticket (just make sure you…
Cafes in NYC It’s pretty hard to live in New York and not become a chronic cafe-er. I have a few friends who choose not to consume caffeine, but even they frequent various gourmet cafes around the city. The thing is, cafe owners KNOW that they have us…
If you want to know the truth, you probably don’t. Because once you do, you can’t go back to not knowing. And they say ignorance is bliss for a reason, because it really is sometimes. It’s easy to love the people around you when you don’t know the…
Hello and welcome to an ode poem! This is a poem I wrote for a poetry workshop class I’m currently enjoying. Would absolutely love to hear your thoughts and opinions. I’m curious, do you have an imaginary love? I guess I always assumed everyone did, so here’s a…
When I think about Squire’s Diner, I think of meals in-between classes, warm coffee on cold winter days, and my good friend William. This has been one of our favorite breakfast spots since I stumbled into it about a year ago. If you’re looking for a solo spot,…
Hello and welcome to my latest poem, Sumatra! This was a poem I was assigned in my poetry workshop class I’m currently taking. My professor proposed the idea that maybe it’s actually an ode to coffee- one of life’s greatest gifts. Perhaps it is, as I love it…
Hello! Welcome to Nine-thirty- a “walk poem” I recently wrote for a poetry workshop I’m taking. Teacher’s and Writer’s Magazine does a great job describing what a “Walk Poem” entails. Though really, it is what it sounds like. It’s a poem that requires a walk. This poem means…
Walking into the basement of an unsuspecting brownstone, my eyes adjusted to the low lit converted stage in front of me. Four people wearing cheetah print robes and underwear lazily stretched into long sporadic movements. Swinging around basement poles and intertwining limbs, they lunged into a playful trance-…