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I Am a Golden Trout

By Colin Johnson

Published November 18, 2016

Grandpa’s Memories

By Mushka Bogomilsky

Published November 18, 2016

One day my grandpa gathered me in his arms and said, "Come, sweety, let me tell you something." And he got a faraway look in his eyes as he told me of life with Hitler...

My Landlord on an August Morning

By Alyssum Quaglia

Published November 17, 2016

My landlord wakes to a dawn where everything is silent, and even the trees still linger in the unconsciousness of night. Dewy grass dampens his shoes as he strolls out over to his most used...

Peeling Apples

By Katie Ferman

Published November 16, 2016

Carefully, warily, Sitting with my mom at the kitchen table. She peels quickly: in a few swift moments One twisted apple peel sits on the cutting board. I try to copy her, but no— The...

Happiness in the Johnson Family

By Colin Johnson

Published November 14, 2016

I smell butter cookies, hot chocolate and the stickiness of sleep As we gallop up the stairs to the family room My brother jumping up and down beside me Like a monkey in his tree-green...

Hidden in Things

By Lotus Shen

Published November 1, 2016

They are hidden in a place like a key lost in the dark A plane’s vapor line disappears from the sky An insect flies away from view like a worm crawls beneath the earth A...

Wolf Moon

By Brooke Hemingway

Published November 1, 2016

The oak trees all around us Hide the light of the moon, Only emitting a faint Spectral glow. Rustlings and stirring, Usual at nighttime like this Are gone. The air is silent tonight, The tingle...

Islands in the Clouds

By Sandra Detweiler

Published November 1, 2016

Have you ever climbed a butte in the fog with the sun’s rays slanting visibly through the trees? Have you reached the top, leaving fog and tree behind and seen a sea of white clouds...

Home Plate

By Ross Mangels

Published August 10, 2016

I Am a Golden Trout

Poem Published November 18, 2016 By Colin Johnson

The sound of silence shatters When a buzzing fly splashes into a cool freshwater lake The water, like liquid tourmalines, ripples to kiss the sun-bleached shore I wait for a delicious, squishy fly to plop into striking range Anxious yet excited Each time is as thrilling as the first I strike like a ravenous eagle WHAM! I clamp the sweet, juicy fly between my jaws like a wrench GULP!

Grandpa’s Memories

Poem Published November 18, 2016 By Mushka Bogomilsky

One day my grandpa gathered me in his arms and said, "Come, sweety, let me tell you something." And he got a faraway look in his eyes as he told me of life with Hitler in power. He told me of being rounded up and separated from his family when he was still young; to the left, or to the right; to death, or to life.

My Landlord on an August Morning

Poem Published November 17, 2016 By Alyssum Quaglia

My landlord wakes to a dawn where everything is silent, and even the trees still linger in the unconsciousness of night. Dewy grass dampens his shoes as he strolls out over to his most used patch of land: the garden. The smells are soft and fresh and the rain's clear drops from the night before are a blanket strung with pearls, that drape over the green leaves of lettuce as he walks over to tend t...

Peeling Apples

Poem Published November 16, 2016 By Katie Ferman

Carefully, warily, Sitting with my mom at the kitchen table. She peels quickly: in a few swift moments One twisted apple peel sits on the cutting board. I try to copy her, but no— The knife slips and Cuts off a small chip of the red peel. Trying again, I get lost in the smell of the ripening fruit (Sweet, almost sickly sweet), Filling the room with a scent like my grandma's house.

Happiness in the Johnson Family

Poem Published November 14, 2016 By Colin Johnson

I smell butter cookies, hot chocolate and the stickiness of sleep As we gallop up the stairs to the family room My brother jumping up and down beside me Like a monkey in his tree-green plaid pajamas The tree is glowing like a pyramid of radium And the presents, mysterious cubes and ovals wrapped in slippery wax wrapping paper The color of fluffy foamy whipped cream I hope to get a new skateboard o...

Hidden in Things

Poem Published November 1, 2016 By Lotus Shen

They are hidden in a place like a key lost in the dark A plane’s vapor line disappears from the sky An insect flies away from view like a worm crawls beneath the earth A flower you cannot see has withered back in its own pod The lines drawn by our skates vanish from view as the Zamboni drives across the ice Small, cold, tiny snowflakes fall gently from the sky disappearing into a thin layer of s...

Wolf Moon

Poem Published November 1, 2016 By Brooke Hemingway

The oak trees all around us Hide the light of the moon, Only emitting a faint Spectral glow. Rustlings and stirring, Usual at nighttime like this Are gone. The air is silent tonight, The tingle of magic in the air, And it seems all of the forest Is holding its breath, Marveling at the beauty of The moon.

Islands in the Clouds

Poem Published November 1, 2016 By Sandra Detweiler

Have you ever climbed a butte in the fog with the sun’s rays slanting visibly through the trees? Have you reached the top, leaving fog and tree behind and seen a sea of white clouds stretching away in all directions? The treetops of other high places poke up through the mist and you dream of a ship that could sail in this sea and bring you to another of the islands in the clouds

Night Music

Poem Published August 10, 2016 By Norah Brady

The cricket drones and an eternity passes. As the night whispers on the ground below, perched forever behind the star-soaked curtain of sky. And the rain drips from the old gutters to my windowsill and onto the ground below. Listen. Wait. You may hear the murmuring conversations behind the windows of home. A wisp of music drifting on wind and mist, caught in the dewy grass.

Home Plate

Poem Published August 10, 2016 By Ross Mangels

Ah, Baseball! My favorite sport. I feel the excitement and adrenalin running through me As we begin the game. I’m in my favorite position, The catcher’s spot, With the batter right beside me. I sign the pitch to the pitcher And the pitcher winds up. I see the ball sailing toward me And I hear the thud of the ball in my mitt. But wait, what’s this? A man stealing second? I must throw him out!

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