Poetry
— A child imagines living inside a snow globe where friends appear during a blizzard, counting snowflakes and jumping like glitter in the swirling water.
— A sensory-rich prose poem captures the disorienting joy of falling into snow, where time slows and the world transforms into crystal whispers and flying lights.
— Snow falls like a skydiver, melts like ice cream, disappears like a sad song, but promises to return in winter.
— A child's meditation on the moon as companion, comparing it to stars, dreams, a howling dog, and a soft pillow in a series of short, fragmented verses.
— We see the words on veterans’ graves – all powerful, all dark, nothing left, no heart, winners or losers – don’t care – both in the dark. Only left behind...
— An update from our twentieth Writing Workshop with Conner Bassett A summary of the workshop held on Saturday November 6, plus some of the output published below After receiving feedback...
— A moment on a winter porch watching snow fall from grey clouds onto beautiful mountains, then walking away from the peaceful scene.
— A child observes the grain patterns in a piece of wood under lamplight, seeing landscapes of mountains, rivers, trees, and worms in its natural markings.
— A sunset transforms into dragon fire and shattering colors, with the speaker urging readers to catch the pieces before everything ends in stars.
— A young poet connects the mathematical concept of parallel lines to the endless nature of Christmas traditions and Santa's eternal journey.