I have spilled Your secrets That were locked In my head They took up Too much space And I needed room Forgive me They were so tempting to disperse So dark And so vulnerable. Continue reading Jenny Lipof – In My Head
June’s collection of student photography. Featuring submissions from Isabella Auerbach, Risa Gelles-Watnick, and Molly Walsh. Continue reading Photography Submissions – June 2017
Fourth grade, our teacher taught us poem styles, read us one about a wheelbarrow and chickens, white as the 120 ceiling tiles. Though it somehow felt right, the words comforting, I just giggled to my friends, checked the time, already tired of wondering how a poem was a poem if it didn’t rhyme Continue reading Elizabeth Rochon – Chickens
An animation by Ellan Suder. Continue reading Ellan Suder – Saturn
The ocean is taught to always kiss the sandNo matter how often it’s pushed awayThe leaves learn how to wipe away their tearsWhenever the sky cuts itself in two Continue reading Maya Joseph – A Euphemism
on the sidewalk a heart pumps oxygenand legs pump spirittearing at the soilaggravating with worn rubber soles and the forceof a body in motion. Continue reading Effi Holston – she.
A poem should be freshPure fleshAnd boneIt should be compressedBe dressedIn stone Continue reading Tess Gordon – And Hark