By Timmy McWhirter
Published November 26, 2016
Laughing and smiling And sitting and hugging A dirty little boy and A graying woman are Sitting near a dingy trailer. Rough steps and an old bike Rusting before their eyes Yet their smiles Can...
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...
By Nicole Guenther
Published November 25, 2016
There might be no Neverland, No heaven, no after. Only cold Earth. There might be nothing— Yet isn't that something? So pretend today will last forever. And fly now, soar, Gravity only exists If you...
By Rosemary Engelfried
Published November 25, 2016
Fog wisping through the Douglas firs Rain dripping from the wind-whipped boughs Crisp and cold fresh autumn air The smell of spruce and dampened earth. An ocean vista filled with fog Like a misty edge...
By Emma Kilgore Hine
Published November 24, 2016
Curled on the dining room table Furry cheek snuggled against the cloth Trixie purrs Tail twitching and ears cocked Waiting for the sound of cat food in the bowl I rub my face in her...
By Mira Bernstein Kaufman
Published November 23, 2016
I was pulled up, Only to be sucked back down. The sea lurched and charged! My hand reached to clasp my father's. Instead I dove With a new strength, Fooling the incoming wave. As I...
By Juliet B. Quaglia
Published November 23, 2016
Because I climb a ladder to sleep, sometimes I feel it takes too long. On the bottom rung, I see the house, shadowed and cozy, dark and peaceful, already in another dream. On the second...
By Jean Hope Sack
Published November 22, 2016
I climb to another branch in this Sequoia giant many times older than me. It has stood through day and night, through rain and wind and lightning, yet stands alone strong and tall. I see...
By Maya Koretzky
Published November 22, 2016
Smoke blackens your face, Bold paintings line the creases in your skin, Twisting and turning in the crooks of your elbows. In the darkness you crouch, An animal with dark cheeks and sunken eyes, Next...
By Nicole Guenther
Published November 21, 2016
I step out into the clouded dusk the dark light pushes up against my skin the steady contribution of frog song pours into the air, making the measuring cup of the night overflow. the rock...