The Comfort Zone (Hour Eighteen, A Three Way Stop Sign Poem)

The Comfort Zone I’ve never been the kind of gal who freely gives her hugs away. But when I can sense someone is struggling, heart heavy with sorrow, my instincts trump anxieties and antisocial tendencies. Without words of explanation, hindered not by hesitation,   I…

The Cheeky King (Hour Twelve, A Shadorma)

The Cheeky King   The king cried out atop his throne. “Let’s go, girls,Pick ‘n Pull! Stuff emblems between your cheeks once your bags are full!”   (A shadorma is a six line poem where the syllable count for each line is as follows: 3/5/3/3/7/5.)

9. Bottled Pains

He bottles up his emotions Hoping to mask his pain with the alcohol in his veins. To zoom past the fears and onto the healing But the heat of those moments will never change his past. He looks back at those times with a strange…