Fat Ninja

slivered rain
strikes glass;
the tapping of
a hundred
incessant fingers.

This is the first poem of mine to actually win anything. I submitted it to The Castle, the literary magazine of my Alma Mater. It took second place. I wrote it during my first days at Wartburg College, which was a very lonely time for me. I had just moved to small-town Iowa from Northern Virginia. I didn’t know a single soul and spent most of my time in my dorm room doing everything to combat the boredom of solitude. Fortunately, this stage didn’t last and I quickly met a number of great people that continue to make my life wonderful.