poem
— Apples A sweet fruit, round like a ball. Pieces split with a slice of a knife. Pushing and shoving, hands start to reach for the slices. Long after the apples...
— I Can Change the World with Hope Tanvi Padala, 11 I’ve always dreamt of a place Where everyone would treat each other with grace And the planet and countries...
— Broken Traffic Light Ismini Vasiloglou, 12 wear your mask wear your mask wear your mask wear your mask wear your mask wear your mask wear your mask wear your mask...
— A New Christmas Tradition Eleanor Dagan, 13 Singing, dancing, musical instruments playing, The season of joy, and of red and green Every year at Wes we do a magical Christmas...
— We see the words on veterans’ graves – all powerful, all dark, nothing left, no heart, winners or losers – don’t care – both in the dark. Only left behind...
— An update from our twentieth Writing Workshop with Conner Bassett A summary of the workshop held on Saturday November 6, plus some of the output published below After receiving feedback...
— Tick-tock, tick-tock, the time seems to move like a snail as I wait for the world to move like a cheetah towards the Light Right now, It seems as if...
— Black God created us hoping we would be equal Not knowing that some would be treated differently Killed Murdered Shot Black You turn on the news and someone was killed…...
— The common worker, Coal miner, stockyard worker, bricklayer, steel worker, table waiter, grocer, Fight for their share of their chance of a dream. When they work long hours, Dawn to...
— The isolating, eternal chaser, A monotonous virus alarming our world Broke delicate bonds, Relations and connections lost in a dark standstill. The caution we evolved to have, Flexing and bending...