poem
— A note from Emma Letters crash around me like waves in a storm… In this poem, Lilly Davatzes is clearly writing about dyslexia (it’s the title!). I am not dyslexic,...
— A note from Caleb Happy second Saturday of May! This week, I’m delighted to focus entirely on two pieces of art from the May 2022 issue, which should have—if it...
— The great beast tipped with an army of acid claws it sported a color blue so deep you could fall in and no one would see you sink. It’s favorite...
— My Dream Skylar Chen, 5 I had a dream. In my dream, I got on a swing. When I flew up to sky, I saw a wonderful sight. I heard...
— A note from Tayleigh Happy First-Day-of-Spring-Session-Writing-Workshops! Our first Writing Workshop of the spring session—William Rubel’s—begins this morning at 9 AM Pacific, to be followed by Conner Bassett’s at 11 AM Pacific. Today is...
— Covid Memories Nishka Budalakoti, 10 I’ve been as confused As a dog who chased It’s tail and caught it I’ve been as angry As a crocodile Who just couldn’t catch...
— Let the trees embrace you, With their long and leafy arms, Their thick and trusty branches, Reach up like vines To a star speckled sky. The wildebeest are roaming,...
— Life in the Time of COVID-19 Graham Kosnar, 12 I t started—the disease that just kept coming S taying in Peruvian lockdown O ften complaining about Zoom meetings...
— A Tribute to Bobby Hutton Emma, 9 I didn’t know much about Bobby Hutton until recently, when I read about the Black Panthers. It’s important to know the parts of...
— Red and Blue are the colors we built a country from, Red like the blood we spilled for freedom Blue like the clear skies we keep reaching for ...