A poem about the yearly anxieties that come to mind whenever the trees start to change color. This poem was featured in the first issue of the Southern Oregon Zine The Junk Drawer.
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How “Frances Ha” Saved My Life, Or at Least My Summer of 2020
This is a piece I wrote for my “Writing for Publication” class I took in senior year. This was at a point in my college career where I very lost in terms of my future and career plans (still am frankly), and that hesitancy and fear (along with having to re-train myself to be social again after many, many months of Zoom classes) reflected in my writing. This assignment was called “The Long Form Essay.” After weeks of writer’s block, I came up with my topic–an analysis of one of my favorite films, Frances Ha.
Continue ReadingWhat Grief Has Taught Me
It’s been a few months since I posted on here, huh? During that time I had a lot of events take place that really blocked my creativity. I am currently in the process of trying to unblock that creativity. While doing a free write exercise yesterday, this idea, which has been floating around in my head for a while, bubbled up.
Continue ReadingDungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves Review: A Nat 20 on Fun!
Image Credit: Paramount Pictures
I have a confession to make…I am a nerd. I watched Star Trek religiously in middle school and high school when The Original Series was on Netflix, I have piles and piles of books I need to read, as well as many video games taking up storage space on my PS4. Do these things automatically make me a nerd? Maybe, or maybe it’s the attitude toward stereotypically nerd things.
I also play Dungeons and Dragons. Well, I try to. They say one of the biggest enemies in DnD is not the dungeons ordragons, but scheduling and conflicts. Needless to say, I’m still well aware of the game and was still super excited for Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves.
Continue ReadingThe Red Heart Emoji
This idea has been in my head for quite a while, and I wanted to post it last week to keep in theme with Valentines day, but because of work another projects going on I wasn’t able to finish it. However, instead of being trapped in my own head about making this piece “perfect,” I instead decided to reformat it to a less structured piece (like a poem) instead of the original structure I wanted (like an essay). I figured this could be a way to show a bit of my writing process! Hopefully I can come back to this piece and expand upon it. Let me know what you think!
Continue ReadingLegal Yellow Notepads
I’ve been spending more and more time writing on
LEGAL YELLOW NOTEPADS
Instead of my private journal lately
And I don’t know why.
Recent Thoughts on Anxiety
I’m not going to lie, starting this blog was a big step for me. It also has brought me a lot of anxiety.
I have suffered from anxiety for many years, long before I had a name to call the feeling of being on the verge of tears, the feeling of my head getting hot, the paranoia, the look of exasperation that loved ones gave me when I asked them to validate my fears or assure me for the fifth time that everything would be alright.
Continue ReadingFrom The Siskiyou: Saying Goodbye to Ashland Street Cinemas, an Ashland Favorite
Photo by Emily Perry
After the movie theater I worked at closed down, my mind went to Ashland Street Cinemas, another movie theater that had a close connection to a community. It sadly closed down in the beginning of 2021. In my first article for that year when writing for the Siskiyou, I wrote about how much the theater had impacted the community, especially the college students who frequented it. Original article can be found here.
Continue ReadingWhy I Collect Books but Never Read Them
In my senior year of college I took a class called Writing for Publication. It was such a fun class and I learned a lot about writing. This was one of the first pieces we wrote for the class, for the prompt “Why I.”
Continue readingRent Free
Below is a poem of mine, originally published on my writing account @that.s_me_emily and then submitted to my university’s literary magazine, The Main Squeeze. You can read the poem here.
You live in my mind rent free
No, no, not quite
You have your own street, your own boulevard,
Full of shops and even a bookstore
That chronicles all our old memories
And what could have been.
E. A. Young Writes 