(Inspired by “Stopping in the Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost) I do not know whose woods these are. They must belong…
Posts published in “Literary”
The Letters
By ABIGAIL LEONARD on December 2019
Unsent messages, Notes on a paper, Many unsaid words saved for later. Crammed in a drawer, Or crumbled on the floor. They contained secrets,…
The Interrogation
By LOUISA MILLER-OUT on December 2019
It’s a sunny day, bright and brisk. The air tastes like winter, and trees are shedding their exhausted leaves left and right. The impatient little…
Untitled
By ANIA PILLARDY on December 2019
Everything you need to know if you find yourself speaking in tongues you do not recognize: Do not panic, this is most likely because…
December Haiku Contest
By THE TATTLER EDITORIAL BOARD on December 2019
Minthe and Kore
By MJ STUELKE on November 2019
“Minthe!” I opened my eyes at the sound of my name. The day was bright and sunny, with a sweet-scented breeze carrying flower petals across…
No One Makes Haiku Anymore
By LELAND XU on November 2019
I read a book on Haiku for this? Validate, please, my existence.
A Nontraditional Thanksgiving
By LOUISA MILLER-OUT on November 2019
It’s Thursday, November 28. My immediate family, several grandparents, and a jolly bunch of cousins, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, and friends have all convened under…
Tangerine
By ANNA WESTWIG on November 2019
We held the tangerine like a question behind our teeth; an orange globe of sun balanced on our tongue, shards of light splintering out into…
Peaches
By ANNA WESTWIG on November 2019
Fruit is the thing with innocence— so it’s odd that we call it flesh. Holding with hands—omnipotence— children of farmers away from the thresh …
Madame la Guillotine
By LOUISA MILLER-OUT on November 2019
I’m set to go, my blade is raised Around me, jaws have dropped, My lover lets go of my string. Voilà, a heart is stopped.…
Percy and Jay: Chapter One
By RAIA GUTMAN on October 2019
They met at a housewarming party on Terrace Road, a housewarming party in a large white house with a barn behind it. The boy on…
Bloodlust
By MJ STUELKE on October 2019
Hiss . . . Bang! Thump, thump, thump . . . The girl groaned and rolled over, stuffing her pillow around her ears. She did…
To Autumn Blackout Poetry
By LINDSAY WANG on October 2019
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By RAIA GUTMAN on October 2019
Autumn’s musings greet me as a weathered friend She escorts me through dying sunlight’s gaze She kisses me and with it draws red blood, Which…
autumn limbo
By CHLOE MOORE on October 2019
i said i wanted to start over and it seems the world agreed, painting over with aspen gold, like some kind of midas touch and…
moon
By ANNA WESTWIG on September 2019
it sits there like a dinner plate, that moon yellow and wide-eyed on the horizon. mute and studying a girl who is nothing…
Regrets
By RAIA GUTMAN on September 2019
Modeled after “This Is Just To Say” by William Carlos Williams this is just to say I’m sorry I didn’t take it your hand,…
Acrostic
By RAIA GUTMAN on September 2019
Heaven and Hell, you said, two options I blinked, I breathed, I Decided not to choose quite yet, Earmarked the conversation for a later date…
Villanelle
By RAIA GUTMAN on September 2019
I didn’t hide until you taught me I learned to live before I knew shame White flame gave me another key Unlock the room…
The following poems are a selection from the Active Minds Poetry Reading in May. Active Minds is an IHS club that promotes mental health awareness.…
Teddy & Coconut: the Chow Chows
By JOSHUA "J.T." STONE on June 2019
I’ve always loved animals. Chinchillas, bunnies, and small, furry dachshunds galore. But never have I stumbled upon such a being, A delicate, confident, fluff ball,…
Epitaph
By ANNA WESTWIG on June 2019
All words were found from the Wikipedia article on epitaphs. An epitaph, strictly speaking, is name, year, date of birth, and date of death.…
Excerpt
By CHARLOTTE HOEKENGA on June 2019
“Here it is,” Sierra says, dropping the theatrics. She carefully pulls the box from the earth and sets it down. It’s just as Alexis…
Big Red
By ZACHARY FOLEY on May 2019
The red that isn’t hell On the hill I see Cornell The sewing needle of the sky At the heart does the clocktower lie A…
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By ANNA WESTWIG on May 2019
Spring has swept in, silver and wanting, and the swinging of the axis is giving me nausea as the seas slosh back and forth like…
Bananas Askew
By JULIAN GRACE-MARTIN on May 2019
I enter the room Bananas are all around That stinkin’ monkey