March 2018


We dig holes, In the grainy sand I dig mine, like a dog, the dog I wish I’d had then, When we ran across the sand, laughter surrounds us. A small sand crab scuttles over my foot Daddy holds me Just over the waves The water tickles my feet and I squeal As he picks […]

Zachary, Sophie

The first day of seventh grade our teacher, Mrs. Mahoney, took attendance. Each name was called and answered. None of them were new. We had all known each other since at least fourth grade. My name, always the last to be called, finally came. “Whitby, Sam.” I responded, “Here!” But unusually, she didn’t stop there. […]