Poetry
— A winter morning bird-feeding ritual captures the urgency of survival as small birds race to eat before crows arrive from the chimneys.
— A young poet imagines a circus where clowns juggle cookies, lions jump through donuts, and magic makes everything disappear.
— A child watches a rainstorm from inside, observing trees, droplets, and a struggling car, then feels grateful for shelter from the downpour.
— Light and shadow, seasons and elements carry memories through abandoned spaces—a house no longer lived in, paths no longer walked, games no longer played.
— A note from Emma Letters crash around me like waves in a storm… In this poem, Lilly Davatzes is clearly writing about dyslexia (it’s the title!). I am not dyslexic,...
— A note from Caleb Happy second Saturday of May! This week, I’m delighted to focus entirely on two pieces of art from the May 2022 issue, which should have—if it...
— The great beast tipped with an army of acid claws it sported a color blue so deep you could fall in and no one would see you sink. It’s favorite...
— A child sits on a dock at sunset, watching boats bob and waves crash, finding peace in the transition from day to night.
— A 12-year-old rails against school as an 'American monarchy' where teachers are dukes, principals are kings, and students are powerless peasants denied basic freedoms.
— The ocean is a place I never want to leave It has my personality It is gentle like me It is calm like me It is a representative of me!