Just read Joseph Riippi's (yes, two 'i's to start) book -- The Orange Suitcase: Stories -- this a fairly slim volume of short pieces, set pieces really, prose poems almost. The voice of a 20-something writer searching for meaning of life from his dysfunctional family (do writers have any other kind?) to searching for meaning in New York City to musings --a little bit Bukowski and Carver, about love-- about friends and beer, is deeply felt through these pieces. The life of a young writer in the 21st century is illuminated through a sharp, funny, sometimes poignant even, voice.
Full disclosure: Riippi's also at City College, where I just graduated, but I never met him before he handed me his book at a local writing festival (I did give him $20 bucks for it along with another book of short stories that he contributed to -- such is the life of a would be writer, always pay it forward, invest in books!).