Poetry

Poetry·Grace Zhuang — The sun is a gigantic orange Waiting to be eaten by the night.

Poetry·Grace Zhuang, age 6 — A young poet captures summer through garden flowers, beach dresses, and ocean waves, ending with a wish for the season to stay.

Poetry·Grace Zhuang, age 6 — A lotus flower announces summer's arrival through flying petals, not knowing she herself embodies the season she proclaims.

Poetry·Brooke Callan, age 10 — A speaker trapped beneath a blue night sky refuses to wait for morning and instead chooses to bring in the sun themselves.

Poetry·Grace Zhuang — Bees are sunflowers’ summer. Waves are oceans’ summer. Daisies are gardens’ summer. I lay down on the sand. It is so warm. Touching my face, “You are my summer.”

Poetry·Brooke Callan, age 10 — A reader transforms into knights, princesses, and trolls while reading beneath a summer tree, until sleep overtakes imagination.

Poetry·Grace Zhuang, age 6 — A delphinium searches for spring, not realizing she herself embodies spring's arrival in this brief poem about self-recognition and seasonal awakening.

Poetry· — A Tribute to Bobby Hutton Emma, 9 I didn’t know much about Bobby Hutton until recently, when I read about the Black Panthers. It’s important to know the parts of...

Poetry· — Red and Blue are the colors we built a country from,   Red like the blood we spilled for freedom Blue like the clear skies we keep reaching for  ...

Poetry· — Apples A sweet fruit, round like a ball. Pieces split with a slice of a knife. Pushing and shoving, hands start to reach for the slices. Long after the apples...