It is just my siblings and I The Second has told me to take the paper that a child has dropped I look out from…
Posts tagged as “Poetry”
is this my life now? now, more than before, i ask myself how. how it all ended up like this: this world, these people, it…
Why.
By GUS KUCKES on December 2016
I once seduced a princess from a foreign land, carried her back, across the shifting sands, necked in the moonlight on top of the world,…
I’m Tired.
By ANONYMOUS on November 2016
I’m tired of long hours Looking at a tiny screen Just because I have The aching need And I can’t control myself. I’m tired of…
The Value of Adventure
By STERLING WILLIAMS-CECI (Staff Writer) on November 2016
You get up, you get dressed, you brush your teeth, you go to school, You play sports, you do clubs, you make art, you get…
Autumn Morning
By LILLIAN HWANG-GEDDES on November 2016
Walking through the grass In the morning Dew still gleaming on the blades Sounds of feet on the forest floor The stream gurgling softly If…
Dead Serious
By BENJAMIN SALOMON on November 2016
The time has come, please don’t get mad It happens to us all. Let me introduce to you a charming lad I’m sure you’ll have…
Haiku of the Month
By ABBY KATZ (Staff Writer), ALYSSA PAULO, MARIA LIMA VIEIRA, STERLING WILLIAMS-CECI (Staff Writer) on October 2016
Winner Diving By STERLING WILLIAMS-CECI Diving Deeper down Crystals of water collapse Passing Poseidon Others Untitled By ALYSSA PAULO It’s watching you now. Pretend…
A Kid Named Moes
By BENJAMIN SALOMON on October 2016
There once was a fat kid named Moes, So large he could not see his toes. He kept eating his sweeties ‘til he got diabetes,…
A Circular Argument
By ABE MESSING on September 2016
A circle never struggles to make ends meet A line going forever in repeat It’s perfect, but saying it’s the best because it’s the best…
I Thought I Found You
By LUCA GREENSPUN on September 2016
I thought I found you Sitting by the chestnut tree Your hair then Longer than it used to be I thought it passed, time…
Our Thoughts on Death
By LUCA GREENSPUN on September 2016
I think maybe it’s black Frank thinks what I say is whack Jenny’s into Buddha and all that jack Frank says to Jenny there’s no…
Ode to a Stuffed Panda
By JAMES PARK on September 2016
Lying under the table there so still Left unnoticed against your own will That still furry face stares with no scorn Yet within me…
Haiku of the Month!!!!
By CASEY WETHERBEE on June 2016
i cannot tell if that glimmer in your eyes is playfulness or pain
Here Is a Field of an Unknown Grain
By PEARSE ANDERSON on June 2016
If this field were a person it would be a woman named Sigtuna with a spitting problem. If this field were an accident it would…