Blue night sky above me, Holding me in, Staggering every moment I try to break free. Holding in the sunlight, Holding in the day. It feels as morning might not come. So I don’t wait, I bring in the sun. Brooke Callan, 10Deerfield, IL
March 2022
Summer
Bees are sunflowers’ summer. Waves are oceans’ summer. Daisies are gardens’ summer. I lay down on the sand. It is so warm. Touching my face, “You are my summer.” Grace Zhuang, 6Vienna, VA
The Flight of the Fatal Arrow
The author, also known as “the Misfortunate One,” learns an important lesson from the Vile Tree The story you are about to read is a story of idiocy, disaster; it includes attempts and confession, and a lesson. It is a story of a Fatal Arrow, a Vile Tree, the Use, the Mode, and the Means, […]
