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Fall

By: Talia T. ’24

 

Crunch. One step closer to my destination.

Crunch, Crunch. Two steps.

Crunch, Crunch, Crunch. One step left.

Crunch, I have arrived.

Knees bend.

Feet spring.

Body flies.

    Body falls  

Crunch. Smash.

Leaves fly out.

Circle and rain back on me.

Happiness inflates my chest.

The smile escapes.

Fall has finally come.

Review of Kendall Ackelson Tween Extraordinaire

By: Fox Q. ’25 & N’darri P. ’25

 

Moving…

Bullies…

Friends…

Love…

Family?…

“We fell asleep looking at the stars.”

 

–Kendall Ackelson Tween Extraordinaire

By: Madison Smith

 

 

 

The Creak by: Harper Kelsey ’24

the creak

of a rocking chair

on a December evening

 

the flip

of a page

of a book

by Terry Pratchett

 

is comforting

 

 

Tick, Tock by: Sophia K. ’24

Tick Tock, Tick Tock.

I hear my clock say

My clock is urging me, pleading me

To go where I need to go today.

 

I lay in bed thinking

Late at night

Nothing amusing me

But my thoughts

 

I hear a silence in my house

Everyone left me alone

I only hear a quiet Tick Tock

As I gaze around my home.

 

Tick Tock, Tick Tock.

I hear my clock say

My clock is urging me, pleading me

To go where I need to go today.

 

I look at the clock on my wall

A trustworthy friend of mine

Always reminding me

Of things I have forgotten

With a quiet Tick Tock.

 

 

 

Ocean Waves by: Allison R. ’24

Woosh, Woosh

I hear when I fall asleep

I hear when I wake up

I hear on my happiest days

 

The ocean crashing onto the shore

The ocean hitting my feet

The calming noise is my music that I

Close my eyes to every night

 

The waves are the sound of summer ringing in

The opened windows.

The sound that makes me smile.

The sound that I miss the most throughout the year.

 

The ocean,

The soul of the sea

And my relaxing background music made my nature.

 

As I hear the ocean crashing, it is hard not to smile.

As I hear the ocean crashing, I think of all the amazing summer memories.

As I hear the ocean crashing, I can feel my heart smiling and my bones racing with excitement.

As I hear the ocean crashing, I gently close my eyes and fall asleep,

Knowing that tomorrow will be another amazing day that the ocean will lead me to.

 

 

Amen! by: Jael N. ‘25

As I grew up in a religious community

It’s hard to be set free

Especially when your ancestors fought for their rights

But still had to pay the price

One thing they had to look up to

The God who protects me and you

That’s why I scream “Amen”

Because it can show where we have been.  

 

 

Waiting  by: Fernanda P. ‘25

The sun beating on us

 

While waiting for the special sound

 

My mom tapping her mug

Impatiently while waiting.

 

We wait and wait.

 

Finally a quiet peck,

Then another.

 

Then a whole chorus

Of the woodpecker,

Pecking our tree

 

We sit happily

At the thought of

The nice warm day

And the soothing

Sound.  

 

 

Fabric by: Afsana D. ’23

I believe

That everyone

Is a unique square of fabric

A 4 by 4 square

No one is more

No one is less.

See the thing about the fabric is,

Everyone’s is different.

Like we are.

Each strand that makes them

Is different.

Some are glowing,

Some are dull.

Some sparkle in the daylight

Others in the moonlight.

Some have images on them

Others don’t.

But lately i’ve noticed something frightening

About these squares;

they’re unraveling.

They’re falling apart.

Either some other squares try

To pull the others strands

Or the squares

Just pull on it themselves

Almost as if

They want to leave.

They want to go.

Some are slowly

Losing their light

Losing the sparkle

That makes them special

Some are getting new strands

That no one’s ever seen before

And no one knows how to deal with it.

We need to look around

With a needle in hand

And help these squares

Get back together

Help them fix things up

We can’t lose them

They may be changing

But they shouldn’t go because of that.

These squares are changing.

The world is too.

I’m keeping up with it.

Are you?

Seamstress by: Afsana D. ’23

I think that

We should all

Be seamstresses.

We should all

Help

The others

We should all

Patch things up

For the better.

I know that I

Am trying to be a seamstress.

But it cannot

Just be me.

The world is changing

There are more colors on the wheel

I may not have one of them

But I want to help those who do.

Make them feel comfortable

In our community

Make them feel included.

These squares are changing.

I’m trying to keep up with it

Will you?

 

 

Where I’m From by: Suka N. ’25

I am from pages from Clorox and Burlington.

I am from bricks and panes, rough and crowded.

It felt like tears, the ones dripping down my cheeks.

I am from the trees, the dirt, the blossoms of life that sit in the ground.

I’m from the prizes and words, from sister to father to brother.

I’m from the television and talking, words of encouragement.

From don’t cry and you will go far.

I am from God and the things that He created.

I am from Nigeria, with the smell of pepper and spice bursting your senses.

From the leaving and the words that were never said.

The stress and pain and tears my family has endured.

I am from the graffiti and the words and pages of life itself.

This is me, the things that make me who I am.

This is me and you can never take that away from me.

 

The Fires Crackle

By: James G. ’24

 

The fires crackle

In the shackle of moonlight,

Sparks fly in the air.

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Where I’m From                                         

                                                                                    by: Ava M. ’25

I am from Sony and Dove

I am from the highest porches,

Calm and cozy

I felt the fresh breeze

I am from the basil plant

The purple plant,

Long and tall

I’m from the present opening and tall people

From Dad, Grandpa George, and Mom

I’m from the Saturday movies and the fancy dressers

 

From Dance girl, you go!

I’m from Buddhist and Christians

I’m from Canada, Barbados, and NYC

Crepes and rice and beans

From the sweet voice of my mom saying Sit down

The taste of my dad’s food

Pictures in albums on the bookcase

All these pictures tell my story from before I was born to this very moment.