Aviatophobia: Haikus

Head between your knees “Flight Attendants Prepare For–” landing. You are safe. Aisle seats are best in case of water landing the shark gets you last

Aviatophobia: Fear of Flying

Flying is one of the scariest things ever. You’re sitting in a pretty big metal missile that’s carrying one hundred and fifty complete strangers through the upper atmosphere at crazy speeds. It’s no wonder it’s on my list of phobias, and it’s no wonder it scares so many people. When adults with a fear of […]

Writer’s Circle Week One: Principle

The writer’s circle has begun! And with it, a slew of writing (no, duh). The prompt this week was “Principle” So here’s my poem, you dig. Principle You do not touch You do not smile You do not taste You sit, you think. Illusions deluding, elusive, Alluding to the mismatched: You do not talk You […]

Sunday Special, An Oldie But a Goodie: How to (Not) Be a Hipster

Since I was so behind on posts this week (there will be two of each of the ones I missed this coming week. Or at least the normal amount. I don’t want to get ahead of myself), I thought I’d share this. I wrote it two and a half years ago, and with constantly evolving […]

Poetry Project Saturday, Week 6: Poem 2

Logan O., Colorado’s Poem. Word: Awesome (This poem breaks from the usual structure, because the given word makes me so incredibly happy that I had to do something different. I find it… hilarious. I know Logan will appreciate it, too.) Tyrannosaurus Rex himself couldn’t stomp the greatness out of you, The great white shark finds […]

Poetry Project Saturday, Week 6: Poem 1

Kelly W., Colorado’s poem. Word: Seeking You are blind. Stuck standing still in the dark, your skin searches for an other. But you aren’t seeing– and you’re feeling in all the wrong places. Your knees are weak from lack of standing on your own. Your eyes are keen, if only you would open them. […]

Quick Update

There will be not one, not two, but three new posts tomorrow. I am incredibly busy studying at the moment. I apologize for the delay in your local programming. Now back to your feature presentation.

Thanataphobia: Haiku(s)

Ceiling fan switchblade chop-chop-slice-chop-chop-slice-slice decapitated Leaving fingerprints everywhere, I’m surprised that they didn’t kill me Escape courses set I know the heat resistance of our tile flooring

Thanatophobia: Fear of Dying

Horror movies may have began my fear of dying in ridiculous ways (Dante’s Peak made me terrified of volcanoes in Colorado), but my anxiety disorder certainly took that idea and ran with it. Ran a marathon with it. Ran like Forrest Gump with it. Let us delve into the psyche of a 7-14 year-old and […]

Poetry Project, Week 3: Poem 1 (Elena’s, Rough Draft)

Elena S., Colorado: “There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt.” To go with the monster theme. This one is more personal, more real, and rougher than the others. Monsters aren’t real. They may haunt your dreams. They may be there still when you wake, but blink. You control them. The last was made […]