Apnea
Spasm of noontime yellow
Atop aching valley of strawberry root.
The wafting of pumpkin sun
ribbons
across dimpled doughy green.
To collapse here,
To become just a thing
Compressed under heavy
brilliance of air.
The heart balloons as does
The oak
And sparrow.
Here also lays wing, broken.
Bumbling oramagmied bird hungry
For carbonated sky,
for a hushed god
In this kneeling.
This building again
Amongst red bulb berries
Dangling from shrub
Swallowing the scent of sunset.
Cartilage cocoon spools
Through and out,
Wing mends as does the
Drunken maid and
Womb.
Sky Junction
The ivory’s obsidian counterpart:
Minor exhale twinges to
splinter compressing grey
And red
Dripping down a spine;
Matted fur in a ruffled song.
Do we dance slower now
Or speak underwater,
Where time slips
And gurgles through a palm.
Or
is it the heart allowing it,
A caven cry and leap
In love, I do
The birdwatcher and stargazer
Find mirrors under athick curdling sky
In adeafening dance with liberty,
beheading of gravity
30 feet above
A blistering suburb
Plagued and shredded into sun
And cement
Waiting for return of yesterday.
Summer’s Sister
Everything new under a young
Blue shadow.
Gasoline rainbow
Cracks under rubber boot. an
October lays her head heavy
Upon sharp wet road,
The brittle dead
Succumb to weight,
Gasped into swirling
Rust and orange.
Fold into the
courtesy after summer.
A quieter bomb, shaggy
And burrowing. the
Frothy atmosphere
Licks bare arms.
Night bites further into afternoon and
sun yolk drips quicker,
Heavy and crumbling with submission.
Ariel Serene is a 17 year old aspiring poet and screenwriter living in Los Angeles. Although new to the poetry scene, this determined young writer quickly fell in love with the art and is currently applying to major in English at UCLA.
Visual art piece titled “Looking Through The” by Meicen Deng.