POETRYJanuaryCharles Simic Children’s fingerprintsOn a frozen windowOf a small schoolhouse.An empire, I read somewhere,Maintains itself through The cruelty of its prisons.
Freshly painted on my pathway
Garden words Stop Listen Close your eyes Feel Kiss Smell Brilliant Bring back anything good Ferns Words begin with w Mouth lips Risk it Say it Do it Be the tree’s root Fragile Temporary Contemplation Fidelity Loss Absurd There’s a garden in Scotland called “Little Sparta” and it inspired me to to be more creative […]
Love and Work Nothing makes me madder than people disrespecting my work. Well, that’s not completely true. Injustice and cruelty and abuse make me really mad. In my personal life, however, nothing makes me madder than someone saying to me “You know if you do this it’s going to require a lot of focus […]
By: Zandr Mehran, age 9I am happyI wonder how earth started because now one knowsI hear Mrs. Puljiz talking about animals which makes me think of how they lose there homeI see the yellow bee that crashed on the tableI want to be happy for the animalsI am happyI pretended that there is a big […]
Far away city with dreams that went to sleep
It’s that kind of dream day
Out the car window on the way home