Helios’s crumbled cake, crisped in the afternoon, had the inky black of a raven’s feathers, without the shine. The dessert was far from delicious, delectable, or desirable. To consider it seducing was enough to make one chortle.
Summer Poem
The long backyard of neatly-cut grass stretched out silently beneath the summer sun.
Far from the house, along the wood panel fence of fading red paint, stood a teen-aged maple tree.
Under the tree lay Sarah, her heart-shaped face shaded by the large leaves,
her bare feet exposing themselves to the hot summer sun.
Rain’s Power: Sicilian Quintain Poem
Gray clouds unknowingly lose Spring showers,
Falling like beads from a 60s curtain,
To feed thawing trees and infant flowers,
While searching birds hop through mud, for certain
Flooded worms will come to prove rain’s powers.
Rain and Fog: A Haiku Poem
Soft rain falls through a veil:
Gray fog rising from the earth
To hide skyscrapers.
University: A Haiku Poem
Oh, the rat races
Filled with uncrossed finish lines
And fourth year failures.
Oh God I Hate This Course So Much, It Is So Pointless, Why Is It Required; Give Me Patience: A Haiku Poem
One monotone voice…
Smack! Head slamming on the desk,
Eight, Friday morning.
The Beauty Within: A Free-Style Poem
Breathless and still, my stomach is heavy as a stone.
The floating emptiness inching towards the heavens of my mouth.
The blood in my veins circulate through my body, above the chaos of abdomen.
The inner tubing of my chest carries the thud that beats from my heart to the left ear.
The collar bone, lying above this network of tissue, resists against my spandex skin:
A beauty of the Jurassic kind.
