Poetry
— Wobbly teeth are like broken legs on an old creaking white chair.
— My secret dream is to soar high like a soccer ball flying into a net and be sort of like the tip of a paint brush.
— A young poet reflects on the passage of time, the uniqueness of each day, and the mysterious nature of space in simple, contemplative lines.
— A boy catalogs the sensory details of his family's playroom — chessmen, Legos, piano, moths on windows — revealing it as his sanctuary from the outside world.
— Two boys explain why frogs croak in rain: when clouds made god cry, the clouds turned gray and frogs began croaking 'it's okay' to comfort.
— A night walk under stars becomes a meditation on darkness, cricket songs, and the paradox of the sky's brightest blue appearing as day fades.
— A solitary figure contemplates a metaphorical mountain that blocks their path, yearning for waves of change while trapped between states of black and white.
— A young person processes grief after a funeral, watching her sister's breakdown, feeling her heart chip away, and struggling to reconnect with life afterward.
— She ran away On a walk I want her to come back Why did she leave Dog Lost Lost Dog Why did she leave I want her to come back...
— A child reflects on life before a new baby arrived, using a mirror structure to express the loss of sleep, space, and being a family of three.