Trifecta Writing Challenge: Portal

This week’s challenge is to craft a response between 33 and 333 words using the 3rd definition of the given word.
3. something that resembles a mouth especially in affording entrance or exit: as
a : the place where a stream enters a larger body of water
b : the surface opening of an underground cavity
c : the opening of a container
d : an opening in the side of an organ flue pipe

Our bodies are nothing more than vessels containing the secrets of the universe. Nothing is hidden to us. We simply choose not to see what is already in us. Truth is the most powerful secret of them all. It is universal and it will find a way to awaken you. And, when it does, if you stop fighting it, you will be free. I hope you enjoy my interpretation of this week’s challenge. This is my PORTAL!


Lurking inside a shallow grave
It’s hiding in contempt
Behind the green glass walls
Of a makeshift entrance
Its brittle back bones
Clothed in prickly membrane
Of some wretched creature
Borrowing colored lies
Callously, or however
It wants to preserve itself
Adamant on being ajar
Pandora’s precious little mouth
Feeding from the bubble
Of wagging tongues
Poking holes from inside
And bleeding out to dry
Until a sacred breath
Balancing its perfect spirit
Keeping one eye evenly fixated
Through the tiny keyhole
Clinging to the latch, dearly
Willing with all its might
To fling sharply to the right
The bolt, with sudden outburst
A gutsy breach, exploding
In a final act of bravery
Clambering to release the truth
Flooding a million rays of sun
Inside out and through the portal

Episode: Family

They… threw themselves into the interests of the rest, but each plowed his or her own furrow. Their thoughts, their little passions and hopes and desires, all ran along separate lines. Family life is like this – animated, but collateral. -Rose Macaulay

Are you one of those people who couldn’t stop bawling while watching last Sunday’s Downton Abbey??? (If you don’t know what I’m talking about, then please stop reading this post now.) But, if you are one of those people… like me… then, I just have to say, what the hell man? I know you’re not supposed to get too invested in fictional characters. I know they are not really… um real. They are actors acting. I fully comprehend this reality and no I’m not on anti-depressants. So, why did I have such a violent reaction? Why am I so heartbroken? What the hell man?!?! The show is just damn good TV! I’m a huge fan of the blockbuster story line with the upstairs vs. downstairs dynamic, old vs. new world drama, sibling rivalry and male/female dichotomy… it’s all simply brilliant.

As I watched the episode, tears streaming down my face, I was deeply struck by the parallels within my own family. We are a phenomenal cast, the Kumars, and we have been through it all. We’ve loved, lost, failed, triumphed, reinvented and prevailed in a myriad of ways. Our vibrant lives contain many contradicting chapters but together, we are a fantastic bunch! I love these people more than anything in the world and there is nothing I wouldn’t do for any one of them.

The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another’s desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together. -Erma Bombeck


The garment on the mannequin
Winked at me, knowingly
Understanding the ordeal
I’ve surrendered into
It has just been through the scrutiny
Undergone a minor surgery
A little snip here, a little tuck there
Enduring the tailor’s wrath
Gracefully, in order to be stunning
For the occasion
The clock on the wall chuckled
It too has read my pulse
It knows what’s in store for me
It’s been through the regulation
An adjustment to be thorough
The little hand here, a second there
Finely, in time to ring the bell
At the public square
I feel the spirit of all things in me
I swell into the universe, timeless
I’m the speck in this grand design
And the space
Never the pawn, just the player
The hand that begs to begin
The sapling that keeps reaching
For the stars to kiss its cheek
The flowers on my porcelain vase
Carefully plucked, purposely arranged
Sway to the whisper of my breath
As if in silent agreement
They are breathtaking, life’s design
Their fragrance reveals my truth
They too have readily left their branches
Just like me.


The vacuum in my chest
Pinched between the walls
Of my sternum
Punched out from my lungs
Gasping for breath
At the glimpse of your fur
My pupils subdued
From the chemical response
Slightly dilated
Fluttering restlessly
Distorting the vision
Of your striking silhouette
The white of my palms
Misty from the squeezing
Nervously anticipating
Your every move
Forming a love knot
Behind my back
The lump in my throat
Growing denser each second
Pressing against the larynx
Unable to produce
Totally powerless to sing
The simplest sounds
Invented by my poor heart
These wooden legs
As if rooted into the earth
Too weak even to budge
Stubbornly refusing to dance
To your sweet symphony
Collectively, they conspire
To betray my fascination of you

Trifecta Writing Challenge

Okay, one more 33-word example of personification. Yes, I probably need a life, but this is so much fun and the excercise is about writing not winning. (also, you can only have 1 entry per person… technicalities)

I call this: Workaholic


The day had devoured me systematically leaving the potion in my goblet, dark, rich and inviting, a worthy associate. Work was waiting in the other room, patiently, but, I was busy getting distracted.


I felt your big toe reassure my pinky
Tenderly, under the light summer quilt
A slight grazing of dead cells, skin on skin
Almost imagined, only it was all too real
Much too comforting, even with closed eyes
The early morning light filtered in softly
Awakening me to the realization
Of this momentous occasion
Together you and I, under one blanket
Drifting through dreamless nights
Secretly yearning for sweet nothings
I felt your cold right hand squeeze my left
Ever so lightly during our last car ride home
A furtive nudge signaling the endorsement
Of a million unfulfilled contracts
I didn’t press back for more, I already knew
That all good things will find a way to end
You and I, no matter how much we tried
No matter how hard we loved
Could never decipher the tertiary code
That neither of us had programmed
We will always be waiting for the other
To consume the oxygen left in the room

Trifecta Writing Challenge

This weekend’s challenge: Give us a 33-word example of personification. Wait. What? You forget what that is? It’s the practice of attaching human traits and characteristics with inanimate objects, phenomena and animals (

I call this: Emoting Gadget


Asshole! The phone shrieked in pain as I slammed it repeatedly on its face. The jammed buttons provoked my anger even more as they blinked incessantly. Shut up, I screamed back utterly frustrated.