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My Chicken

By Abigail D’Agosta

Published January 8, 2016

The Trains That Went By 31 Years Ago

By Stella White

Published January 8, 2016

I watch the trains go by The sky takes on a purple haze that seems unique to London As I slowly fall asleep, I try to imagine my father doing the same thing, decades ago...

What lies in the darkest corner in the mind of a boy? His greatest fears. Dark, looming, ominous shadows of everyday objects Turn into alarming frights. Howls, creaks, booms, blasts, blares, Sneak into the mind...

Running

By Astrid May Steiner-Manning

Published January 7, 2016

We run until it hurts too much to take in another breath My breath is a thin jet of smoke, in the cold winter morning Drifting from my lips The sound of our footsteps beating...

Sleep

By Sarah Welch

Published January 7, 2016

The air is thick The leaky faucet in grandma’s bathtub is going drip, plop, drip, plop There is a small glimpse of light coming from the crack in my door My bed feels so big...

Ocean Beat

By Ava Persinger

Published January 6, 2016

I can hear waves crashing like drums. As they hit the strip of sand they leave behind a little crab. The tiny musician claps his claws together with such a tiny click that no one...

The Creek

By Bethany Rayfield

Published January 6, 2016

I stare into the crystal clear water and watch My life flow by in only a way nature can make it. My eyes wander to the trees and notice the pattern of the shadow the...

Goodbye

By Caroline Thompson

Published January 6, 2016

Did I do something wrong? Did I say something I wasn’t supposed to? Why did you leave me like a child crying at school, pleading for their parents to come back? Only they come back,...

The Soundtrack of Summer

By Rebecca Kilroy

Published January 6, 2016

The breeze sweeps through my hair and pulls aside the curtain of leaves above me allowing sunshine to fall, gracefully onto my face. I close my eyes and listen as the hammock sways me gently....

My Chicken

Poem Published January 8, 2016 By Abigail D’Agosta

With curious eyes The inquisitive bird Struts slowly towards its new discovery. What could it be, That strange creature, with fur; and nose placed so queerly? It just jumped down from my lap, And is now rounding the coop. Its tail twists all around, Like a long, coily snake. But it’s fuzzy, not smooth, And has long hairs on its face.

I See Only Beauty

Poem Published January 8, 2016 By Jeremy Long

Liquid glass shatters on the sidewalk from the angry sky Scattering all the pedestrians like ants They hurry home to the comfort Of their TV dinners and their television sets While I walk the streets— A garbage bag as my raincoat, my heart light I find Picasso in a puddle And stories in the sky Orpheus is playing his lyre tonight While gentle Chiron nurses his wound The sky is my storybook And ...

The Trains That Went By 31 Years Ago

Poem Published January 8, 2016 By Stella White

I watch the trains go by The sky takes on a purple haze that seems unique to London As I slowly fall asleep, I try to imagine my father doing the same thing, decades ago I am lying in the house he grew up in, in the same bed, with the same blanket I imagine living in London eating dinner at the little table where you have to tuck your elbows in then going upstairs to bed and looking at the train...

Frights

Poem Published January 7, 2016 By Sam Laskin

Running

Poem Published January 7, 2016 By Astrid May Steiner-Manning

We run until it hurts too much to take in another breath My breath is a thin jet of smoke, in the cold winter morning Drifting from my lips The sound of our footsteps beating the hard-packed snow is inviting And then, all at once, we all fall We fold into one another Every joint in our bodies collapsing Like a folding chair, My knees, my waist, my elbows, until I’m down Till my ankles are her an...

Sleep

Poem Published January 7, 2016 By Sarah Welch

The air is thick The leaky faucet in grandma’s bathtub is going drip, plop, drip, plop There is a small glimpse of light coming from the crack in my door My bed feels so big Like I would need one thousand me’s, five-foot me’s To fill the bed The air suddenly becomes thinner The faucet stops dripping for a second And I simply fall asleep.

Ocean Beat

Poem Published January 6, 2016 By Ava Persinger

I can hear waves crashing like drums. As they hit the strip of sand they leave behind a little crab. The tiny musician claps his claws together with such a tiny click that no one but I can hear it. Every piece of wind and sand dancing in rhythm to the salty spray of the ocean. Shells and tiny pebbles go clink, clink way down at the depths of the sea. No one can hear it but me.

The Creek

Poem Published January 6, 2016 By Bethany Rayfield

I stare into the crystal clear water and watch My life flow by in only a way nature can make it. My eyes wander to the trees and notice the pattern of the shadow the tree casts upon the rough black rocks. It is then I realize every aspect of the creek— the fish, the sun flowers and morning flowers, and a patch of purple lilies.

Goodbye

Poem Published January 6, 2016 By Caroline Thompson

Did I do something wrong? Did I say something I wasn’t supposed to? Why did you leave me like a child crying at school, pleading for their parents to come back? Only they come back, and I know you will not. You weren’t supposed to leave. I never saw you go. You didn’t leave a letter. Can I come with you? We could run away up to the clouds and hide there forever.

The Soundtrack of Summer

Poem Published January 6, 2016 By Rebecca Kilroy

The breeze sweeps through my hair and pulls aside the curtain of leaves above me allowing sunshine to fall, gracefully onto my face. I close my eyes and listen as the hammock sways me gently. With a bold splash someone dives into the relieving cool of a backyard pool. An insect hums and chirps while lounging on a leaf.

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