Moderation is a word that has always echoed in my brain for as long as I can remember. There were moments where my mom would walk into the kitchen and catch me attempting to stealthily eat a chocolate chip cookie, and I would receive her famous line, “You have to balance things out and do everything in moderation!” With the amount of times this has … Continue reading Mahlia Sawyer Estrada – On Moderation

Part One: Georgia The time I went to Georgia was a strange one. I was down there for a slave auction with the hopes to find good prices. “These ones are fresh off the boat they sailed all the way around the horn from Tanzania!” There was a loud spokesperson with a crowd of buyers in plaid button down suits and fresh shined shoes. I … Continue reading Patrick Ashcraft – Pirate

Jazz poetry A genre and a culture New to America Defining the older generations Influencing many for one hundred years Music from a diverse source Spreading across the country Humble beginnings in New Orleans  To stages in New York City Born out of strife Made great by a persecuted community Jazz New York, an idolized city Once considered a center of American culture Influenced by … Continue reading Jacob Bulis – Jazz Poetry

Kiara Stone   Creative Writing  Mr. Singer   26 May 2021               Image   Image- a presentation of the external form of a person or thing in art.   I wear a black Nike backpack with a gold elite sign down the middle.   What can people tell about me?   They see my flashy new shoes and how I wear different shoes everyday.   My classmates come up to me and ask me what sport … Continue reading Kiara Stone

I miss you, But dead is dead. And that’s what you are. That’s all we can ever be. I’m sorry, For not being there. I miss your words, Kind and hateful.  I hate you for what you did, I miss you like a little kid, Wait for me. We will be cold together once more.  I’m sorry I’m not her, That I don’t smile as … Continue reading Lovella Scott

Part One           There in a dark room we sat, me, my brother, a father asking for justice, and her. Sitting in silence on the dark mahogany rocking chair behind the matching grand desk, our Godmother, Veita Corleone. After time passes the man approaches and kisses our Godmother on the cheek and starts to speak, “you must help me, and my daughter. You see, my daughter … Continue reading Karla Huber – The Godmother

Beige ( a place called school)  Day by day go on, cracking dawn with blinding light  Till the break of dust, right before the sharks decide thrust  Weeks by weeks  Filled with defeats  Tests are all way too hard. Just like the concret Affects my self-esteem way too far.  Teachers say not to fear  For They will always be here.  Being a follower is never … Continue reading Zoe Allen – A Collection of Poems

My hair is undone. It had been blown around by a strong breeze. It’s been tossed and spun around in an acrobatic way So that it stands upright at the top of my head. My bad hair day seems to take inspiration from my job. I see, young person. I know you’re not in my position. So imagine this. Consider this. You made a house … Continue reading James Tran – A Collection of Poems

A multitude of stars adorned the sweeping sky, whilst thunderous magentas and purple hues dominated the zenith, casting a broad trail of  berry-stained cotton. Her knees trembled at this unworldly sight, with a sigh from her quivering lips. Lustrous! Lustrous! Her mouth was agape! A dark syrup cascaded down their soft peaks, sweet and sharp, curling towards her with stretched, soft reaches. She was minuscule … Continue reading Kayla Jean Libago – Stars Adorned

Transcarcinisation This soft turtle shell I call my home It shivers and cracks and can’t help but crumble In the late frost A hushed awakening This soft turtle shell I call my home Becomes flour on my fingers and smoke in my eyes Wrapping and warping A chrysalis concealing Because when the rain hits my stomach, my legs, my face When the earth swallows my … Continue reading AJ Almeda