Last night of the world, New Year’s Eve in the mountains of Pucón. A local girl and a local boy slaughtering a lamb the tourists will eat for New Year’s supper as the volcano erupts with fear. Tatiana Rebecca Shrayer, 13Brookline, Massachusetts
July/August 2020
SANTIAGO
Santiago in the afternoon, the Andes built with rocks and moon, o I wonder if I glide I’m coming home soon. Tatiana Rebecca Shrayer, 13Brookline, Massachusetts
MY GRANDFATHER’S RUSSIAN TYPEWRITER
He wrote novels and poems On that old, grey pony. But now it sits in our shoe closet Next to a pair of old rain boots. One afternoon I find it on the kitchen table Released from its case, Buttons dusty yet ink still wet. I insert a blank page And type awkwardly in Russian. Tatiana Rebecca Shrayer, 13Brookline, Massachusetts