POEM: This Mind of Mineby EILISH KELLY This mind Of mine There’s nothing It’s static There’s static I’m thinking Oh god I’m sitting I’m staring I’m thinking...
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,...
POEM: Idiot Box 2.0by MELODY BARROWS The touch of a button answers all of life’s wonders. Ever present, a passage taking me away from my troubles, the...
poem: eastern skiesby malia coler i am from the rolling fields, running with my demons. i am from night terrors and booms in the sky. i am from fear and...
POEM: Tiles in the Hallby ELIZABETH ENDERLE The time has come again To change the tiles in the hall Cracks and spreads between them Grout worn away By the...
POEM: The End of Summerby ASHLYN BENNER I wandered over grassy hills Searching for some last minute thrills. Before summer came to an end I traveled to the...
POEM: Summer's Eveby MAGGIE SENTER A summer’s eve not long ago With lots of places for me to go I chose to stay in my own yard And sit back gazing at the...
POEM: Polaroidby REAGAN MOTSINGER. They say a picture is worth a thousand words And this sentiment is true Each person has a name, a story, a life A...
POEM: Bubbleby ELIZABETH ENDERLE. Bubble I am from a bubble I know what I can see Reflected in the gloss Of a layer of polished silk I know behind...
Open Letter to FreshmenDear Freshmen, There are certain things we all wish we knew before we started high school. You probably think you have it all figured out...