Please enjoy this sampling of writing from our prolific 7th graders:
The Tale of Kevin and Shaq
by: Isla D. and Claire R.
It was a blissful starry night in a rural Oklahoman farm belonging to failed comedian, Kevin Hart.
Kevin was a simple man, all he needed was his true love and their beautiful babies (the cows). He and his husband of twenty five happy years, Shaquille O’Neal, were discussing their plans for their now full-grown cows.
“Let’s call Dr. Dolittle in the morning to let the cows know they’re going to be sent to the slaughter house.” Kevin looked mortified as he heard his husband’s statement.
“But Shaq! We can’t do that to them. They’re our babies, our children, our family!” Tears welled in Kevin’s eyes as he spoke. A whimper escaped his mouth. Little did the couple know that the cows were actually right outside the house, listening discreetly.
Shaquille banged his hands on the table, finished with Kevin’s whining. “We’re killing them!” he exclaimed, “End of discussion!”
As the argument ended and the secret was revealed to the poor animals all they could do is feel betrayed but their owners. These were the same people who have been there for them since birth.
“They saved my great, great, great grandfather from death, and now we’re next on the chopping book!” the elder cow gasped and exclaimed, absolutely flabbergasted by the revelation that they were about to be food for those greedy, hungry, horrible humans. The patterned pals did only what they could do, they ran away!
They ran as fast as their legs would dare to carry them. Miles and miles away. Running at the speed of light, or so they thought. They left first thing in the morning, waking up particularly early to get a jump start on the run. They ran for the fields, disappearing into the sunrise, never ever to be seen again. That was the last the farmers ever saw of them.
Poor Kevin was depressed for the rest of his life.
Jumpation Nation
by: Kyla J. and Erin O.
Dear Diary,
Today I got jumped on a trail by my friends, the Jumpation Nation.
I felt really betrayed however I rose up and woke up stronger. The reason I was jumped was
because I had known a secret. Antonio had taken a golden plated stick. He had stolen that
stick when he ran away from the gods since he had to protect his younger sister
Perthowmeowl and the god Harthemulo got very angry and attacked him.
Harthemulo had struck him with a bolt of lightning, leaving Antonio bruised, bloody and
blue laying on the rocky ground with nothing left to do but to wonder if he would survive
the night. I had passed Antonio at the time, and I ran. Terrified that the gods would do the
same to me and Antonio screamed as I ran, “I will haunt you, but tell the gods that i am
only laying here dying, so you can watch me die. It was always my plan.”
Dear Diary,
I recently tracked down the Jumpation Nation to find Antiono and Perthowmewol
because I needed the money because I was not going to lie. I have a recent loss of money
so I went to the place I got jumped and I was just being really annoying so I could get
jumped again. I was just standing there waiting patiently for like years and decades when
my cuz and friends jumped me. I yelled at the top of my lungs and exclaimed “STOP I
DON’T CONSENT!” They listened to me and stopped. Then I asked them where Antonio
was and they said follow the gravel where stars meet the Achilles heel. I was really
confused but I continued to run because daylight was breaking. Finally I found a tiny
cottage to find Antonio. I knocked on the door and I did a jump split out of fear because I
saw Antonio. Than he did a jump split out of excitement then, I skipped far far away.
THE FREAKY DEAKY END!!
My creepy house: Part 1
by: Mo Ting W.
As I was growing up I loved sharing and listening to terrifying stories about my great ancestors.
One of them was talking about how one of my ancestors went in a car thinking it was just someone who would pick her up. Instead, that driver actually kidnapped her and she was never seen again.
I was born into a wealthy family, so the maids would usually tell the stories. My parents were always working on a big project and going to places across the world.
I didn’t know what they did for a living, but I didn’t care. I was the only child so I got everything, but it was kind of lonely sometimes. The nannies would try to play with me but it honestly got so boring.
When I was about 8 years old I felt something odd about our house. There were so many rooms I wasn’t allowed to go in and that got on my nerves a bit.
Whenever my best friend Niomi came to my house she would always ask “Angelica, why are these doors always locked?”
I would always come up with the weirdest excuse such as my mom’s cats living there. Obviously I was wondering in my head but I didn’t want my friend to keep asking that same question. But when I grew older I actually wanted to see what was in the locked doors, so when I was home alone with only the chef, I tried unlocking that door with a paperclip.
I didn’t work sadly, so then I was about to kick open the door when suddenly my parents came back home. I quickly ran to my room and pretended to sleep. Hopefully they never suspected a thing. Soon after I heard my parents go to that mysterious room and then locked the door. Something was up so I hurried back and overheard what they were saying. They said something about a safe and said a code which I was guessing was the safe’s password. I wrote it down and put it in my room.
Title: My creepy house Part 2
A few years later when I was 13 Niomi came to my house and I finally told her that there wasn’t junk in the locked rooms. I told her the truth and that only my parents knew what was in there.
We both decided one day we could go check it out. A week later my parents were out of town and the maids were off so I called Niomi. Niomi helped me unlock the door because she was one of the smartest people in our grade.
When she was younger she could solve five Rubik’s cubes in ten seconds. After twenty minutes of hard and exhausting work from Niomi, the door finally flew open. Something was quite of,f though.
It looked like a plain normal room with nothing in it, but then I saw a mysterious bookshelf. Niomi and I hurried over to the book shelf and saw a small red button. We both decided to press it not knowing what was going to happen.
The bookshelf opened up and there was a big humongous safe. It was as big as two full refrigerators.
My parents betrayed me. They always told me lies and now I’m so confused. I was mortified by what just happened. The only question I kept on asking in my head was: why did they save all of this money? I knew they were rich but I didn’t know they had more than a billion dollars in a safe. I ran away from my house and just walked to my favorite park.
I stayed at that park for hours and then I asked Niomi if I could stay at her house. She obviously said yes. So I stayed at her house for a long time. After three days my parents came back and I saw many “Missing” posters outside. I really didn’t want to go back home after my parents betrayed me. People could see my face on the posters on tv.
After a few days people came to Niomi’s house. They finally found me and when I went back to my parents’ house, I shouted at them. Surprisingly, they said something and I was so shocked. They said they were giving all of that money to charity and I was surprised. I was so grateful and then hugged them at the end
Game Night
A story by Navika K.
Game Night, it all comes down to this.
I make the first bet – “raise” I say – as I add two more which totals up to five.
I don’t have good cards but they don’t know that.
I look over and examine the next person’s face.
Their eyebrow is lowered slightly, seemingly in frustration.
I then noticed their lips pressed together in defeat.
“Fold” they said while they put their cards down and looked away in embarrassment.
They raised the pot last round, now making them look like a complete fool. I glance at the next person to see their facial expressions. They look very nervous even from the moment they sat down. They looked freshly 21.
I could just tell it was their first time gambling probably well all I really knew about them was that they were nervous and I could use that. I smirked like I had already won the entire game and that was enough to make them crack – “fold” they said.
I turned my head to my partner; he already knew exactly what to do – we had already agreed on this ahead of time: fold. Then all I would have to worry about is the next play.
”Raise” he said.
What?
This? How could he betray me like this?
All right – time to end this.
“Freeze NYPD” I said as I pulled out my badge.
“You are under arrest for running a illegal gambling room.”
The first guy just accepted defeat. The next froze and my partner started to arrest and put handcuffs on in the next moment.
The dealer started to run. I chased after him and shouted “STOP!‘ He runs into a dead end and then like magic he disappears around the corner without a trace leaving nothing but a poker face.
Cookie Clicker
by: Navon R.
I just can’t believe the grandmas have betrayed me and now their evil hive mind of the grandmas is trying to take my golden cookies.
They sent their wrinklers (the cookie-eating demons) brought by the grandmas.
They are coming to the cookie temple where the golden cookies are being held under the protection of my cookie wizards but it is not enough to stop the evil grandmas and the demonic cookie-eating wrinklers.
It is not all lost… wait – I’ve got it. The wizards won’t be able to hold the grandmas for long but they should be able to hold the grandmas’ forces long enough for me to send the golden cookies on the chocolate transport rockets to hide the golden cookies on one of the cookie planets like Cookenia… that’s it.
30 days later
It’s over, the grandmas are closing in and I don’t have much time left. All I hope is that the golden cookies are safe on the cookie planet Cookenia.
All my foci are either destroyed (mostly) or were sent with the golden cookies to Cookenia . I can’t run from the evil grandmas and their demonic cookie-eating soldiers any more. I must stand and fight.
I still have enough force to fight and maybe scare away the grandmas but it is unlikely.
“They are approaching,” screams a cookie farmer –
“Hold fast, they are charging, “ I ordered.
We are cooked, I thought, but then suddenly the golden cookies and what I sent with them attack the grandmas.
They run as their forces are disseminated – they can run forever. Eventually we catch up to them and then we enslave the grandmas like before and we burn the bingo center to the ground destroying the grand hive mind and ability to spawn wrinklers and obtain upgrades by themselves .
Gandwarf and The Story of Upper Earth:
A Story by Ryan L.
In the land of Upper Earth, demonic monsters run wild and the threat of the great sorcerer Sourmon grows ever looming.
If he gets his hand on the Bracelet of Power, he can assume ghost form and become immortal.
The only thing standing between him and that bracelet is Froyo and Gandwarf.
Gandwarf is a hobbit who is the son of Billboard.
Froyo is a wizard who is both wise and extremely powerful.
Froyo is traveling to the Dire from Mount Fun to destroy the Bracelet.
Froyo knows in order to make it to the Dire they must pass over the Hobbit’s mine to get to the Dwarfian shire. The Hobbit’s mine had been abandoned.
Little did Gandwarf and Froyo know the Galfrog was living there. When they went to cross a rope bridge on the way out, they saw the Galfrog there.
He came up and saw his buddy Gandwarf. Gandwarf was excited to see his friend.
The Galfrog said to him, “You shall pass.”
Gandwarf then said to him “Great, imagine we had fought or something like that and then we fell. Would have been terrible.”
Froyo then told Gandwarf he had to leave.
After Froyo left Gandwarf ran into Pollen who was a large dwarf who was very young. Pollen wanted to help Gandwarf destroy the bracelet. Pollen helped Gandwarf get into the Shire. When they got to the Shire, Pollen and Gandwarf noticed that there was nobody there. They didn’t really care. They destroyed the Bracelet.
Sourman then got really angry because he thought the bracelet was still at Mount Fun and that’s why nobody was there when Pollen and Gandwarf went to the Shire.
Sourman then died because the bracelet no longer existed. Froyo went to congratulate Pollen and Gandwarf but it turned out they went back to Mount Fun.
Pollen and Gandwarf became heroes and became the kings of Mount Fun.
On a Friday Evening
by: Ryan L.
On a friday evening, the wind whisks through my hair.
The wind whisks through my hair Friday evening.
Friday evening the fire crackles.
The fire crackles on Friday.
The ground shakes.
Friday ground,
water.
The First Snow
by: Shaleen S.
I love the snow! It’s like magic when the first big snow happens every winter. As soon as I see the snow falling, I get really excited. I put my jacket and gloves on, and go outside. The first thing I always do is get my sled, and climb the huge hill in my backyard. Then I sit down, and sled down at super speed. It is so much fun! My brother always joins me, and then we sled together, and even have snowball fights. We are sometimes outside for hours, and it really is one of my favorite times of year.
Where are you from?
by: Sophie W.
Where are you from?
they ask.
I’m from New York, yes
but I’m also from red, white, and blue,
in all arrangements.
I’m from booming music and tall buildings.
I’m from trifling fathers and trifling mothers,
I’m from projects in projects,
I come from shouting matches to be heard
I come from diversity and variety
I come from struggles and more struggles.
I come from crying mothers and crying fathers, noticing the problems of today
I’m from gum on the streets and just hearing about guns being shot
I’m from moving here and there.
I’m from “Wait until I get paid.”
I’m from “on my mother”.
I come from a cycle that broke a cycle
I come from repetition,
I come from trying to help what we cannot.
and from being what we are
Where do we come from?
they ask.
We’re from New York , yes
but we’re also from parks and Ubers,
we’re from schools and phony accents
we’re from cursing at a young age
to dying younger
long live the youth.
We come from sound and noise
We come from sirens and shouts
We come from posh and poor
We come from, “good enough”
or “be better.”
This is where we come from.
Where are you from?
they ask.
This is where we are from
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by: Sophia W.
yesterday i was not the same person
i am today, and one day i will be someone completely different.
yesterday i sat criss-cross-apple-sauce
with my peers, eyes wide imaginative.
yesterday i sat criss-cross-apple-sauce
with my cousin in the kitchen
inhaling the fumes of sazón and adóbo.
yesterday i sat, criss-cross-apple-sauce
with my brother, listening to the back and forth of my parents.
yesterday i sat criss-cross-apple-sauce on my brother’s bed, telling him to look at me,
telling him not to listen to the yelling.
today i sit, legs crossed at my desk,
scribbling away at a drawing.
today i sit, legs crossed on a school chair and mindlessly watching my surroundings.
today i sit, legs crossed at my vanity,
looking in the mirror at irrelevance.
today i sit, legs crossed at my dining chair,
listening to my mother explain her divorce.
today i sit, legs crossed on my couch,
my fathering walking in carrying bags of groceries.
today i sit, legs crossed in the backseat,
headphones on but eyes open.
one day i will be sitting however i please.
one day i won’t be stuck in a routine,
one day i won’t need to sit the same way
and focus on what i don’t need to focus on.
one day, i’ll be perfectly fine in my own world.
Truly George
by: Zachary J.
George was a curious boy growing up. He wanted to be an astronaut. However George wasn’t the only one who wanted to be an astronaut.
His biggest enemy was Jeffery Jonas. This kid was not only better than George in every category he was always first. George on the other hand was always second. George’s dream was to be in the astronaut academy.
Only one person is accepted every year. Only two people were trying out for the academy. George was feeling defeated. As we all know the other person trying out was Jeffery Jonas. George had to make a plan so he grabbed his buddy Greg.
Greg was a genius but that man is also a life hacker. So they went to the lab. They had three gigantic ideas. One was to fake his grades and act super smart. The consequence would be getting kicked out of school.
The second idea was to take Jeffery’s computer and break it. They had to make Jeffery not focus on school. However the consequence for this idea was that George wouldn’t be able to focus on his own work. Their last idea was to act as the principal and call his mom by suspending him. This consequence would be him being kicked out of school.
They decided to do idea two, making him not focused on school. First when they got to school the next day they filled his backpack with brown apples. This made his computer and all of his materials malfunction. This made him go spend the whole week without his computer and all his studies. Now George was ahead. He had only two more weeks left until the academy sent him the letter. But Jeffery had a secret. His dad was the owner of the academy so no matter what he was going to get in.
Then the day came the letter. It said “George, thank you for applying however we unfortunately have denied your application. Try next time.”
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by: Sophia W.
i live poked and prodded,
pushed to a standard that i have lived by,
to a standard engraved in my arm
and in my head,
the standard that says that i must do good,
or else there will be consequences.
the standard that says i am perfect, that says
i am a bragging point,
yes, i am the not-so-perfect
perfect child,
my motivation is not my own,
my motivation is theirs,
my motivation is to make them proud.
i tell myself,
don’t be loud,
don’t be so proud,
focus, focus, focus
my good standing is not my own,
my success influenced and instilled
by those who raised me,
by those who enforce these standards,
those who i need to be good enough for,
at first,
i wanted to be here,
where i am,
to be able to prove
“I’m good. And I can be better,”
but those words have twisted and turned,
turned into something influenced by the fact i need to be better,
turned into “Why am I not the best?”
my parents, with no ill intentions,
push and push and prod,
they enforce and influence and illustrate,
that i am theirs and i am smart,
especially when i do good.
i have to do good,
not so i’m proud,
but so they are.
Mashed Potatoes
by: Daniel M.
Mashed potatoes, creamy and light,
Whipped to perfection, soft and white.
Buttery swirls that melt on your tongue,
A comfort in every bite, old and young.
Savor the warmth, the velvet feel,
A side dish that’s simple yet surreal.
Piled high on plates with love and care,
A dish that says, “There’s joy to share.”
Golden flecks of garlic, herbs so mild,
Ode to a Turkey
by: Daniel M.
Golden turkey, rich and warm,
Roasted perfect, soft, and charmed.
Basted in its savory blend,
A feast that calls to family and friends.
Crisp on the outside, tender within,
Each bite a memory, sweet as sin.
The scent of herbs, the crackling skin,
A symbol of togetherness – where we begin.
With every carving, love is spread,
A moment shared, our hearts…
Lebron
by: Jake G.
From Akron roots to hardwood fame,
He changed the league, redefined the game.
Power, grace he does it all,
A king who rose and won’t fall.
Four rings deep, still chasing more,
Legacy written, but he’s not done for.
Holiday Cheer
by: Sophie P.
Round the Earth, snow is a blight
‘cross the moors be fog and ice.
Through the north, the bird droves rise
flying higher, as if to spite
the creatures that were left behind.
But the sun is burning right.
And the smiles on the children’s faces
set a mother’s world alight.
Aflame
like logs lying in the fireplace,
like the fog on the winter pane
smeared by hands, love
now a stain.
Excerpt –
Betrayal, Runaway and a Secret
by: Drew M.
Once upon a time, there was a pizza slice. This pizza slice was the last of its pie, and it was in the freezer.
All his friends got the chance to get eaten but he was forgotten about underneath all of the other foods: ice cream, frozen peas, and ice pops. He was sealed in a plastic bag, and this was very hard for him because he was extremely claustrophobic.
Once, the pizza had heard from some wise tater tots that there was something called a “Freezer Rumble.” These happened once in a while, and if he could move a little more each time, he could possibly get out of that plastic bag.
Later that afternoon, it happened and he moved a little more; this happened a few times. The pizza slice saw ice cream who he knew wasn’t reliable but hoped he could help him out of there by pushing him out the next time that the door opened. Ice cream was skeptical of this idea and wanted to help, but he said, “Sorry, pal. If you get out, they’ll see the mess back here. And I like being on the top shelf. It’s cold, but it’s elite.” So he wouldn’t help him. But the pizza slice found an opening in the back of the freezer when the door was opened. So he tried moving to that spot. It would take some difficult work, but he could pull it off.
When the door opened, he jumped from his bag and landed a few inches away from the opening. THE HUMAN OPENING THE DOOR saw this and yelped, “DID THAT PIZZA JUST JUMP?!!”. The human picked the slice up and threw him in the compost bin. FINALLY, the slice was free and with his veggie buddies.
Wild Bells
by: Sophie P.
On a cold, winter morning,
The mistress fell to her death,
The wild bells start singing,
Ring out, wild bells and let her die,
Ring in the new, ring out the old,
Ring out wild bells, and let her lie.
The villagers start waking up,
It’s half past midnight, on an icy day,
The wild bells keep ringing,
Screaming out laments of time,
Ring in the new, ring out the old,
Ring out, wild bells, with your piercing cry,
The village finally wakes,
Its occupants slowly getting up,
The wild bells still ringing,
Tinkling out their last goodbye,
Ring in the new, ring out the old,
Ring out, wild bells, to the clouded sky,
The town, now fully wakened,
Proceeds with the bier,
The wild bells, still clamoring
Sing their songs to up high,
Ring in the new, ring out the old,
Ring out, wild bells, and let the dead lie,
Now the mistress is under the earth,
And villagers are slumbering,
The wild bells will never cease,
To ring their tinkling cry,
Ring in the new, ring out the old,
Ring out wild bells, and let her die…
Burial
by: Sophie P.
I never thought I’d see this day,
And yet, here we are again
When we were young, we used to pass the old cemetery,
And weep for the dead, for they were not alive.
Now, it feels as though we had died,
And we were brought back for a day to see our home
The cold, ruthless heart of winter,
Has striped these trees of their garments,
Creating harsh, spiky shapes, roughly outlined,
She spreads a blanket of the thickest fog,
And the world turns black and white, like an old movie,
Once we had run upon these rocks, covered in grass,
Once this cold, and stinging wind, had been a mild breeze,
But all changes inevitably,
And those smells of home had disappeared,
Replaced by the endless smell of snow…
Once upon a time, the creaking of the trees was gone,
This silence, of a cemetery, filled with noise and clamor,
But this place is a grave for the spring and summer months,
And the ice cold heart of winter never thawed.
One million nights we have been waiting for this day,
Waiting for winter’s icy heart to melt,
But home is not home,
When the people are all gone.
And for now
we shall rest,
In this eternal fog.
When will spring again raise her lovely head?
When will she send her music running through the land?
When will the birds again sing their songs,
And the plants lift their sad, gray fronds?
And so we sigh, and sadly say,
That when the soul of home is away,
Then winter is forever long…
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by: Sophia W.
a person born in a burning house thinks the world is on fire.
and though i wasn’t born burning,
the sparks grew with me.
i never could be a picture-perfect baby.
i gave my mother hell
from the moment i was conceived.
i was consistent,
kicking and pushing and shoving.
once i was born,
something lit on fire.
a kindle in the corner of my room.
a little monster nestled itself in the corner,
and in the corner i lay as well.
as a child i was brilliant and tireless,
the fire as restless as my self.
the corner was engulfed in flames and
it spread, spread in the room i shared
with my brother,
which left my special brother burning in my shadow.
my home rekindled after my father made
his mistake, and never contained,
the fire continued to rage.
i’ve grown and matured because
the fire that sparked in my house had spread to my backyard,
the world outside seeming more and more wrong.
in the past year the fire has grown
and grown.
i’ve left my mother scared
thanks to crisis after crisis.
she sees the world as a burning prison,
fearful to let my brother and me see what’s wrong,
but we are not blind.
no, i wasn’t born in a burning house,
but the fire is kindling
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by: Sophia W.
friendship is the bond between two beings.
the shared knowledge of comfort.
friendship is what brings people together.
if you were to ask me about friendship,
i would tell you about my group.
my circle that has developed
now more than ever
the people who i would rather be with
over anyone else.
we found each other through hardship,
through financial pain and struggle.
we’ve persevered,
been able to tell each other things
that no one else would understand.
we’ve seen each other at the best of times
and the worst,
we’ve been at risk
and teetered on the edges of cliffs,
with only each other to hold on to.
we were brought together because we were gifted,
we were students of color,
students like nobody else.
a program,
our savior and our enemy,
destined to bring us up and break us down,
destined to find us a place in the world,
but only after too much struggle.
this program led us to each other.
we face sleepless nights,
we tried and tried and tried,
and no matter where we ended up,
somehow,
we still ended up
together.
this experience has made us friends,
has given us that special bond,
like none else.
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by: Sophia W.
i never understood the fuss about
DISORDERS.
my brother,
with a touch of the ‘tism,
is just like my attention deficit family
but is coddled and viewed differently
because of this
DISorder.
our disorders,
are supposed to just be a different way our minds work.
but they end up being
a defining factor.
always in school,
always at work.
it counts
for the inclusivity and diversity.
you know, there,
there is so much fuss about these
DISORDERS.
truly, i never understood that fuss
because isn’t it just
a different ORDER?
because, these people,
they’re just like you and me.
because, isn’t it just
a different way of life?
there’s so much fuss about
DISORDERS.
that i won’t ever understand.
there’s so much fuss that i just
listen and try,
though there is never anything
truly wrong about a
DISorder.
untitled
by: Sophia W.
i’ve been told i should be a lawyer
from the second i could speak
i’ve always been the one to speak
to argue
to bite.
not my brother,
not my mother
Amagansett
by: AlexaM.
The crashing of the waves,
the swaying of the grass
as
the birds sing and the waves boom
and crash on this red flag day.
The water takes over the beach.
We feel and smell the salt
everywhere, even the beach
because
in Amagansett, we like it this way.
Corpse
by: Xi H.
The ground is littered with crumpled moths
and black wildberries.
Skeletal leaves clatter in silence
like spittle rattling
in a dead man’s throat,
twigs exploding through hollow sockets
Their voices long gone to dust and still the
dry whisper wherein
*
a mark in the mud and a fox strayed
into a hunter’s net, unsuspecting
and was killed.
Why?
Why? Oh, sweetheart
It died—that is all.
There is no reason.
For to reason with truth
is madness.
Someone tried to kill it.
Nature tried to kill it.
Fate tried to kill it.
Anyone, no one, someone, anyone.
It died.
*
We are always weaving traps
spreading them, planning them
like the fox does the coney
until the hunter becomes the hunted.
Be warned.
Sunshine will play little tricks with you.
Fortune will lure you and ensnare you
and lead you to the pit.
But happiness never lasts long—
always an ill-wind to blow it off.
*
and death
—but that is all.
Dry whispers
that is all.
calling, calling, calling
pushing, pulling
I am dying,
and none will know.
*
Little fox,
when you are trapped inside the mesh and the net
and the hunter jeers at you with a mocking smile,
leering and looming,
and you feel the sting,
pain strikes;
you will know
but it is too late.
Wave
by: Xi H.
wave
to
sky
harken!
cliffs crest cleft
splits struck
rock
^^^^^^^^^^^————————
wave swells,
smooth [tread] as [on] [glass eyes]
crash! slash! rip, tear, screeeak
break smooth
whirling crystal
pommel the sun
burst of—terror!
explode the sun
hammer and chisel
fragile
pottery wheel
titter fetter tattered
wave swells,
recedes
sloshes swirls stills
blue – to green – to gold
dry ember
harsh slate abate
and all is done
THE VOICE
by: Jack F.
It’s in my head
ring.
It tells me not to swing.
This feeling is,
like the ABYSS.
It controls me,
like I’m a bee
in a honeycomb
taking orders from my queen.