By Natalia M. Thompson
Published December 8, 2016
mariachis playing joyful songs and niños laughing street vendors, pregoneros, shouting out hopes of selling their goods las mujeres, the women, chatting as they slap tortillas on the patio these are the sounds of my...
By Mark Roberts
Published December 5, 2016
Living in a world full Of selfishness and wealth, I feel the need to do something, Reach out to others. Two-year-old Diego Calls out to me, His picture spanning the miles From faraway Guatemala. Alone...
By Nicole Guenther
Published December 2, 2016
She's not the type that jumps off swings But clings to the rusty chains and Drags her feet in the wood chips to stop, Squealing when I tease her by Twisting close on my swing...
By Ben Amoss
Published November 30, 2016
New Spanish moss was my bed The ships' horns were my alarm clock In the early morning Along the Mississippi River's edge I was swimming left to right Left to right The mud was brown...
By Brendan Cunningham
Published November 30, 2016
Spacious, dark oak desk holding a red pencil in a brightly lit room. Built by his splintered hands and intelligent brain. He is a carpenter. Standing in wet sneakers on Conard Field, smiling, pointing his...
By Mark Roberts
Published November 29, 2016
The acorn woodpecker's Thump on the tree And the owl's hidden hoot Fill my ears as I walk Through forest on a Sun-filled morning Canadian geese calls Sound like laughter As they fly into the...
By Andrea Begin
Published November 29, 2016
I remember Once By mistake I ripped a map It was on my kitchen table And I was looking for you Buildings were split in half . . . And my road Led to yours...
By Katie Ferman
Published November 27, 2016
Traveling the interstate routes With no sense of direction Following no road map Traveling only by the lay of the land Going on only because Of the love of the land You and your dad...
By Max Mendelsohn
Published November 27, 2016
I love the sound of marbles scattered on the worn wooden floor, like children running away in a game of hide-and-seek. I love the sight of white marbles, blue marbles, green marbles, black, new marbles,...
By Hudson Jetton
Published November 26, 2016
Overtime. Golden Goal. As I place the ball in a circle, I think about where I should place the shot. top left bottom left top right bottom right I wait for the whistle my team...
