Article Category: Poems

A walk by the shore on a blazing summer day, So hot that you can cook an egg on the street. The soft silky sand tickles your toes While you complain that...

When you remember The long night that passed by you There may be a hint of a scene A recollection of a moment Warped and disfigured Wonderful or...

My feet sunk into the soft sand. The waves called to me. “Come play,” they said, “within my water so that I can hear your laughter.” The water washed up on the...

Orchestra, our favorite subject of the day. We rush in the music room, eager to unpack our instruments, Grins creep across each musician’s face as we...

Sweet like ice cream in the summer. There for two minutes then gone. But always with me.    They possess me and my heart but always love me. They stand by me...

Hundreds of feet in the air, the world is In miniature, a scale model made of tinfoil, cardboard, and glue The green water ocean is so smooth you could walk on...

Either the boat did not want to be withdrawn from the water, or the water did not want to let its new prize go. Waves of green foam rolled over the railing in...

I like to think That when it rains, the thunder encloses our small city In a soft gray blanket. We are cut off from the complications and distractions Of the...

In an art museum in Chicago my dad and Van Gogh stare at each other. On a kitchen table in Sanford my mom watches me draw. In the museum gift shop my dad buys...

The sound so beautiful Yet cold inside Cleela, Cleela, The crickets chirp. Ooo 0000 whoo whoo The owls’ almost Silent Yet shuddering sound. The cast of...