I wrote an article yesterday, Williamsburg on the Cheap - I am trying to rekindle my love for the 'hood and all its wackiness. Free people-watching, music, art and more, it's true....

Here's to Summer 2012 in NYC.

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Now on Twitter!

I now have a Twitter page - follow me at RachelOliviaNYC.

Returing to Writing

I am going to be updating more frequently again!

Here are some very disparate pieces I've published...

• Pretty People
•  Sula: A Literary Deconstruction of Biopolitics

 and a review of a Chelsea art exhibit.

• Hennessy Youngman's show, "It's a small, small world"

Stay tuned for más!

Dismantling Routine and Labor Day Fun!

Yet another published piece! The long-awaited publication of my creative nonfiction piece, "Dismantling Routine" has finally been published in The Shadyside Review.

And speaking of dismantling routine, no time better to do it than the long Labor Day weekend. I am definitely going to attend The Palms pool party again tonight, which features Reggie Watts as headliner, along with other amazing performances, DJ's, a masseuse, the infamous dumpster pools, food trucks and more. 

Happy Labor Day weekend, everyone!

"Held Hostage in this Dance with Plagiarism" Poem Published!

A prose poem of mine, "Held Hostage in this Dance with Plagiarism" was published today in The Common Voice! I am steeling myself for another semester of plagiarism-fighting this Fall...

Also, in terms of real dancing, this new party is amazing! - The Palms party in Long Island City, replete with pools, hula hoops, food trucks and incredible DJs!

"A Monday in May," Published!

Another poem was accepted for publication!

Below is "A Monday in May, just published in Subliminal Interiors.

A Monday in May

Endless rain today, interminable rain this past week, a steady backdrop of gray: this muted, wet urban landscape. Bleary, tumultuous, congested. Then the sky this afternoon broke out in baby blue, with cotton candy clouds. Unexpected sunshine, color, vividness. The backdrop suddenly warm, bright, inviting. Dream weather: a balmy, idyllic NYC Spring evening. A ridiculously fitting analogy for this medicine-induced clearing of my head, of my body. Like the urban landscape I inhabit, my body has lately been a tired, weak, runny, polluted machine. But tonight looms large as my body is at least temporarily restored and imminent adventure and connection await, as the hint of promise and rebirth beckon and liven up this spirit, this body. It may be Monday, but May is the Friday of the months: full of promise, activity, life.