I am lecturing at UIndy about my trip to Europe in 2011! Not really. But I am reading my poem "Paris" (the 3rd prize winner of the university's poetry contest). I wrote this poem about one day that my girlfriend and I were walking around the city. We had visited the catacombs, La Tour Eiffel, … Continue reading Paris.
Author: jfigy
I'm a writer, vegetarian, musician, francophile, and student at UIndy. I have a beautiful GF/editor, a big family, two rabbits, and a devil cat.
A student of a foreign language cannot merely practice in his or her head without speaking and writing. If the student waits to come across a native speaker, the student will sound ridiculous and ultimately be disappointed by his or her inability to verbally connect to the other person. This is why any student of … Continue reading speaking. writing.
Remember the days before everyone had cell phones and Facebook? There was once a golden era that I like to call: The 90s. It lasted for about 10 years. This was back when AOL was cutting edge. I have been thinking about (trying to recall) what life once was like. I recently read Last Call in … Continue reading The Perks of the 90s
Driving off like a postman,With the aerodynamics and color of a cardboard box,Because I wanted to meet you.It was not cruising alongwith crunchy white static blanketing windows in Wyoming,being buried, yet unawareafter I emerged into Montana,the snow relented, but I did not because I wanted to bewith you, not erasable,you—oh, Eccentric—able to boast the world’s … Continue reading Portland
“I’m waiting outside of Toys ‘R’ Us at four in the morning,” is a pretty creepy statement. And it always should be, even on a night like this when there are so many people. It is pretty cold. Everyone is armored in scarves and hats, coats and gloves. They look fierce, like they had ripped … Continue reading Survival of the fittest
It was about a half-mile amble uphill. All the way we were surrounded by trees, which provided shade and kept grass from growing except in sparse patches. Where were we headed? Camelot. No, we weren't medieval knights or peasants. We were mostly college kids who ended up in Cadbury on the advice of a travel … Continue reading A cow in King Arthur’s court.
James Figy 