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Yearning for Time

Another for my Honors course, fall 2013; 1390 words. The prompt was to write about our stances on where humans belong in nature, inspired by the nature readings we had done.

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Written in pjs on the back of a library receipt whilst spacing out the window in broad daylight.

Inner Flame

Another for ICW, spring 2015; 1,281 words. Inspired by a fluorite specimen given by my eccentric, former Earth Science Honors teacher in high school. Tidbit: fluorite has a pearly luster.

The True Story of "The Three Billy Goats Gruff"

Another from my Brit lit class in high school; 2,470 words.

Dabbling

Poem for Intermediate Creative Writing, spring 2015. The difference between the calm facade and the turbulence underneath, whatever the situation may be, is fascinating. An innocuous poem, or is it?

The Truth About Art and Artists

Poem for Intermediate Creative Writing, spring 2015. We each wrote the first line of something--whatever it may be, original or not—and then we swapped with someone to finish what they started.

'Twas the Night...

Poem for another Honors assignment spring 2014 semester inspired by our odyssey through freshman year using the books and their strifes. Guess what this is a parody of ;P

Shadowman

Poem for an Honors course assignment given the prompt of writing about violent action, when to employ or not employ it, etc.

Tails

Richard Parker's take on the last few pages in Life of Pie for a contest August 2013 as a part of the Honors convocation featuring Yann Martel; 999 words.

Little Soldier
Inspired by the last leaf on a tree outside my AP Physics B classroom, October 2013.

It's Greek to Me
Poem for an assignment spring 2013 for my high school Brit lit class; inspired by a chapter in How to Read Literature Like a Professor. Note: I'm rather happy that I could rhyme Zeus & juice.

Musings on an Equinoctial Stroll
Fire licks the sky with its blazing tongue--leaving no smoky tails to slither--its taste buds luxuriating in the windthat funnels around, twisting andmanipulating the tendrils higher and higher.The air feeds into flames, into lungs;smarting, deadening, crisping andcleansing. Clean mold ap..

Words
my muse has left, gone;my mind blank like that of a fawn...why this happened, I know notin my life's story, which has no plot...this poem, reminiscent of Seussin the rhyming alone, is what I deducesince this blank mindcan think of nothing but to bindmy thoughts to a pageand for that page to be my ca..