Fear of: The Shining, a Haiku

I never thought of making out with bathtub girls as ghoulishly fun

An Oldie but A Goodie: Bible

Poem time! I wrote this poem “Bible” in May, 2010. It was promptly made the Daily Deviation in the literature category on deviantArt. I have never been so overwhelmed by the responses to my poetry. So here’s that poem for you, friends. The demon is in the design, the devil in the details, and […]

Poetry Project: Week 2 (Poem 2: Wanderlust)

Where do you go when wanderlust takes hold in the tips of your fingers? In the crooks of your elbows? The back of your knees? When the kink in your neck calls for uprooting? (When even your spine agrees that it’s time to break?) Rooftops are too crowded. Subways too empty. The skies are too […]

Poetry Project: Week 2 (Poem 3: Robots)

Nick’s word: Robots Automated matron mechanically mothers– click-clack-creaking the breastfed laptop to sleep. The motherboard is heating up, laser pointers pointed pointedly: You are at [Fault: Error Message {367942, process stopped indefinitely}] The dial-up is down. Androids lost count of electric sheep, still awake, always awake. Weaponized.

Poetry Project: Week 2 (Poem 1: Celine’s)

This is Celine’s poem: “The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.”–Moulin Rouge I am sick. Heart-broken coughs rattle my body and the cold burns everywhere. Sickly sweet, this sickness is the greatest pandemic. I am in love. And what a love! This thing is, it causes palpitations. […]

Wednesday Special #1: Poetry Project 1.5

Chloe Denice’s poem: Melancholy The Earth speaks in whispers. Her call is dead leaves, ponds icing over, a child leaving home. She cries: We are all together! You know my name, but you have forgotten it. Your love of Spring does not heal. Your love of comfort does not soothe. Your teeth bite, they ache, […]

Phasmogalephobia: A Haiku

Who you gonna call, Ghostbusters, or Shark Week when a ghost shark attacks?

Poetry Project, Week One: Aesthetic

Aesthetic (For Sarah S.) She stands silent: staring at the sea. She hates the hold it has on her. The waves tease her spine, sending shivers that scathe. She lost herself here: the water cast her about, tumbled her body in the chase to get to the sand. The water lies. It acts anonymously, anchoring […]

Cibophobia: A Haiku

Blueberry blue bug buried in my morning meal my screams set you free