Written May 20, 2020 Considering how unfinished the school year felt after its abrupt cancellation, I sort of forgot that it was the end of my time in Front Street Writers. But as Ms. Scollon was wrapping up our virtual meeting last week, she mentioned that the next...
One, two, three more dropsin a bucket—half full or half empty.Nine ripples unfurling like a flowerfrom that point in the center ofthe bucket—the sun burning atthe center of the universe.Where the shallows fall offinto unfamiliar waters beneathyour feet. Where you’re...
Strip of scrap metalDug from a bin in my father’s workshopDeep beneath rubber tubing and rectangles of copperI bent you, snipped a piece of blue tape, and you became something Now I press your shape into a cakeAnd for a momentYou are full and warmA heart...
Story Overview:Mayala is a Drenth – a certain race of elf that lives in a mysterious place called the Dark Labyrinth. The Drenth are known for their pitch black skin and even darker hearts of evil. After her life is threatened, Mayala must leave her home and...
I never met my father’s mother,but I feel her everywhere. Wrapping myself up in the thick wool blanket she made,blue with little white sheep covering it. I sneak into my mother’s closet, standing on a wooden stool to reach the top shelf.A book of poetry on rough,...
