July/August 2020

Imagine the loneliness of a crab . . . It takes its anger out by pinching swimmers’ feet. It hides under rocks, scared and shocked, waiting to be caught. Do people remember that they hurt a lonely being after it’s been captured, dried, and mounted on the wall like the head of a deer? Tatiana Rebecca Shrayer, 13Brookline, Massachusetts

On Cape Cod a leaden day Descended over the bay. Lights were flickering in the church, The wind ripped through the birch, The rain tore through the cloud, Thunder and lightning came around. Then it stopped and all was dark, Thousands of trees were down, The steeple was lying on the ground Like an open battle wound. Mother Nature said its word: First tornado on Cape Cod. Tatiana Rebecca Shrayer, 13Brookline, Massachusetts

Hope is a friend or maybe a foe. It carries me across the treacherous ice and the darkening sky. It watches me with glistening eyes knowing me better than I. Tatiana Rebecca Shrayer, 13Brookline, Massachusetts