by JULIA GABBENESCH - May 8, 2019 Thoughts spread and bloom just as yellow dandelions dot the meadow. It begins with one flower which has...

by MARGARET BARNETT - May 8, 2019 A washed-out film over my cobalt blue eyes, The spark in my heart got too weary and died. Flowers to...

by VIVIANO SIMMONS DEREK - May 8, 2019 Dear Youth, I’ve wanted to talk to you since long ago, when you were still guiding me through the...

by REAGAN MOTSINGER - May 8, 2019 My classmates and I sit at our table under blue and bronze banners, chattering and staring sadly at the...

by JENNA SERVIZZI - May 8, 2019 i longed to touch her, hold her close i longed to know her, make sure she even existed i longed to reach...

by ERIN REED - May 8, 2019 What makes us human? Is it our DNA? Our appearance? Our spirit? Or is it the way we speak to each other-...

by MICHAELA KRAWCZYK - May 8, 2019 What do we call a world where the week is the worst part of the month? And what do we name a life in...

by JESS PAWLAK - May 8, 2019 let the cuts on your palms heal, theoretically, literally. wrap your burning sorrows and the pains from...

by RACHEL COYER - March 27, 2019 As the car twisted through the snowy hills, Amy watched the familiar scenery roll by. Every Christmas,...

by ANNA FISCHER - March 27, 2019 I’ve heard your cries and I’ve seen your lives shatter Because all of these little things suddenly...

by SYDNEY CLIFFORD - March 27, 2019 It’s a terrible word, isn’t it? A word used for something that isn’t But it’s more than just a word...

by GRACE LEBER - March 27, 2019 Mrs. Stricken knits in her rocking chair, Her biscuit yarn so beautiful and fair. One stitch, two stitch,...

by KAITLYN HEWITT - March 27, 2019 Her wedding ring is a chain that she is forced to wear so no one else will look at her except him Her...

by BEN RICHARDSON - March 27, 2019 Rain is the language of the gods Every river, creek and stream flows from their inkwells Radiant rods...

by MALLORY COOPER - March 27, 2019 I poured my hurt onto a page My fingers grazed the keys My mind, a twisting, winding maze Of somber...

by CONNOR MCLAREN - March 7, 2019 Greatness achieved by satisfaction The gold greater than the trip We live in a cave called education...

by SAMUEL HOLLOWAY - March 7, 2019 I’ve resented my skin as long as I can remember Saw the pale faces around me. Wishing to look like...

by RILEY BAUGHMAN - March 7, 2019 my only relationship has been that with Love though she never has a permanent address one year she...

by SYDNEY CHURCH - March 7, 2019 Columbine High School, April 20th, 1991. 1,122 miles. 15 dead. my mom was not afraid to teach her fifth...

by MARGARET BARNETT - Feb. 6, 2019 they tell me that i’m Wild Unruly and Untamed with Passion in my eyes— but i’ve not always been this...