poem: the little thingsby ANNA KELLY as a child the meaning of life is fun: tag and scraped knees and laughter and endless summers as a teenager the meaning of...
POEM: The Fabric and the Weaverby ETHAN GUARDADO Tufts of trees and grass of wool Mountains of curves and corners Silky seas that hint an Earthy, molten core The Weaver...
POEM: S.O.S.by REBEKAH DAVIDSON We are taught as children To go to a trusted adult When we need help. We follow the guidance Of our parents Like...
POEM: In My Handsby KALVIN KINGSHILL I have a computer in my hands. Confined in a small innocuous rectangle, it reaches to the far corners of the earth,...