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The new normal

The new normal
Delia Binetti April 23, 2020

So here I am trapped in my home Please tell me what to do I do not wish to be alone Each day I feel more blue   And to my sister far away I look up at the moon I sit here with...

Goodbye for now

Goodbye for now
Stella Valentino December 5, 2019

My brother didn’t think he would be accepted into any of the graduate schools he applied to. Out of the 11 schools he got into Dom choose to go to Harvard. Although now it’s hard to live up to a brother...

Until then

Until then
Sam Berkooz November 21, 2019

I Stare at a clock with no hands. The time ticks faster.   I Walk in shoes with no laces. The feet move faster.   I Swim in a school with no fish. The fins flap faster.   But...

Dreams

Dreams
Gordon Lewis November 20, 2019

Lost love: A dream feeling So real   Waking from a fantastic nightmare of: Roses, swans, And delicate maple leaves alike; Peacefully floating a boat; Sailing into the ceiling...

My Memère was a butterfly

My Memère was a butterfly
Cy Veilleux November 20, 2019

She lied in that coffin as my eyes laid on her I had never laid my eyes on a dead body before.   She wasn’t herself anymore. As she was now floating in the room Hugging all the empty space.   The...

The plant growing in the kombucha bottle

The plant growing in the kombucha bottle
Mia Wood November 17, 2019

Green spinning, twirling into a spiral, fountaining over the glossy edge of the bottle. Resting on the ledge,  chipped paint from the dog barking out the window.   New lips open, growing, singing...

My sister, my star

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Ayla Soofi November 17, 2019

she was one polka dotted hair clip that changed the whole look, the look that made her shine brighter than the stars up in the universe and the galaxy, up and past the planets into the...

Views on fall

Views on fall
Grace Thomas November 17, 2019

the newly fallen red, orange, and yellow leaves  crunch beneath my feet with each light step I take.  the broad trees  becoming more bare with each passing day exposing their skeletons...

Lights

Lights
Sage Iwashyna November 17, 2019

I had already cried that night, but now I gasped for air filled with laughter as the tears ran down my cheek. We surrounded each other, me and the people I loved most — from the boy in the strapless...

Creative writing: yearbook

Creative writing: yearbook
Jada Hikary November 9, 2019

my brown eyes looked in the yearbook, at every picture, counting, counting how many kids looked like me how many less there was than before my brown eyes looked at my brown eyes in my picture at...

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