Every Friday night we will feature a short story, essay, personal narrative,
poem, spoken word, or short film for your enjoyment.
Helen Presents: a poem from Andrew Romanelli
I found her swinging down
my boulevard one new born night.
In the soft piano keyed rain
where the clouds rolled thin.
Underneath the starlight
I spoke alto, spoke tenor,
to her bass like dreams
washed in soft cymbals.
Until a smile crept then folded,
to be pressed against my lips.
How it kicked like a trumpet!
Just before the keys finished us off.
A product of a city drenched in sin, Andrew Romanelli is a published poet and relentless dissident. Operating on a steady diet of vice, he is a Creative Writing major who often opts for crafting words on the page over eating, sleeping, or the company of others.
His poem “Fallen Notes” will be published in our upcoming music issue.