Poetry
— 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,...
— An update from our sixtieth Writing Workshop A summary of the workshop held on Saturday, March 5th, plus some of the output published below For today’s workshop, William built upon...
— 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...
— An update from the twenty-eighth Writing Workshop with Conner Bassett A summary of the workshop held on Saturday February 19th, plus some of the output published below “We are still...
— 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 ...
— 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...
— Dear Corona Tatum Lovely, 12 Dear Corona, I sit alone in my room, drawing flowers. I don’t know why. Maybe I’m trying to get inspiration for poetry. Oh look, they’re...
— 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...