Arithmophobia: Haikus

Denzel Washington would be proud of my math grades Algebra is hard Exorcising a math demon is much, much harder than it seems AP Calculus makes Training Day look like a tasty piece of cake

Grace: Poetry Project Saturday

Sara’s (NoH) poem. Her word was “grace”. This is a very rough draft and I’m not sure how I feel about any of it except I really love the last line. I will probably include another Grace poem soon. Grace: The Host Your features poses pleasantly for calling company why, hello–and curtsey–and thank you–and twirl […]

Pediophobia: Haikus

Glassy-eyed demons wait for the children to sleep to launch their attack Josefina took poorly my comparison to that Samara Nip the Cat did not take to the cause well he’s in Fido’s mouth

Raylene: Equate (Poetry Project, Week 7)

It’s Poetry Project Saturday! Here is Coloradoan Raylene P.’s poem for her word “equate.” I.. somehow made this poem kind of sexy, and I don’t know how that happened. Equate First, outside, inside, last- our breathing ragged, the subtraction complete. The signs are all there: we are divided, but nonplussed by the solution. We were […]

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

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 […]

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. […]

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

Wednesday Special: An Oldie but a Goodie, “Miserable”

I wrote this poem in either Fall of 1997 or Spring of 1998. I was seven years old and in third grade. As you can tell by the poem, Shel Silverstein was my favorite poet at the time. He is still one of my favorites (Also one of my favorite playwrights. His plays are incredibly […]