by
Xi Huang
Age 10
Published March 3, 2023
A window beside my desk. the sun the world bloomed before the flowers flourish beautiful white white April flowers one big ball of lace— like a white hydrangea softly speckled with green. Green shoots! The...
by
Ruby Glenn
Age 11
Published February 27, 2023
Spring is waking up I know And yet I’m not quite Sure For Sometimes In the Frosty-cold mornings Winter Sneaks back And plays Until Spring runs across The yard And Winter Disappears.
by
Lily Guttermuth
Age 12
Published January 15, 2023
I sit and stare At the mask I have to wear. When I go to school, I see a sign that says, “Wear your mask and be cool.” I feel like a caged bird. I...
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Shivanshi Dutt
Age 13
Published January 15, 2023
i want to sit in the art room where no one thinks to check on me i want to sit in the art room where no one dares to enter without knowing what they are...
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Shivanshi Dutt
Age 13
Published January 15, 2023
When I was small, Around preschool, I was called Anusha. For some reason, One that I still do not understand, My mother and father decided To change my name. In a legal process which took...
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Holly Jane Doyle
Age 10
Published January 9, 2023
Quiet in the wood. Robins hop from branch to branch. Gently, the branch sways— up down—again—up down and stops. The breeze weaving around the trees pushes plants over. Leaves jostle together. My footsteps odding out...
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Holly Jane Doyle
Age 10
Published January 9, 2023
—these men, heading down to the berry bar after a shower and a touch of hair gel on top of their fluffy, feathery heads. Going down with a dollar, hoping to get a fresh juicy...
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Oola Breen-Ryan
Age 11
Published January 9, 2023
I go for a walk today. The world is alive— birds swooping and singing like phoenixes, red, yellow, orange dahlias, their petals bursting as if they think that they are fireballs. We see a dead...
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Anna Weinberg
Age 11
Published December 28, 2022
Up, up, up. Into the deep, dark sky. The moon is up there, Almost full, Not quite. I ignore it. Tonight I’m looking for something else. I rest my chin on the windowsill, Searching. There!...
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Oisin Stephens
Age 12
Published December 28, 2022
Trees gain new fay-looking Cloaks when autumn comes As if they were on fire The trees’ beauty decorates the forest Envy evergreens They don’t know the Uncomfortable burden of beauty.