Our third annual High School Poetry and Prose Contest is now accepting submissions! Learn more about it here!
Be you in your work. I see myself as a student for life when it comes to my writing and painting. Understand that your experiences can be colored and crafted just as beautifully as those we look up to. Be you in your work and the authenticity will manifest into people wanting to read and hear your work because they will likely see themselves your truth.
Decency
Steve Cushman
Some days the decency of your neighbors is obvious
like the cake or casserole after a loss, the wave each
morning, the how ya doings and have a great days!
But what’s not so obvious is the way Jess,
the early morning jogger, tosses your newspaper
a little closer to your house or when mail is
delivered to the wrong box and they walk over
and give you what is owed,
Still Remember
Sam Kealhofer
I still remember
runnin' thru the clothes lines
into neighbors back yards
like I didn't know better
chasin' them lightnin' bugs
wherever the wind
might've taken us—
What I’ll Miss
Rebecca Grossman-Kahn
One summer when I was a teenager, my mother planted three ceramic teacups in our front yard.
They were pink and yellow with a floral design and gold around the rims. Each cup sat centered on
its own saucer, hot glued onto long green stakes that my mother pushed firmly into the earth.
Elegant and shiny, they hovered a few feet in the air, among the roses. “Did you see my teacups?”
she asks when I come home one day. “Aren’t they great?”
Yesterday I Believed
Elizabeth Breen
the final
wisteria blossoms
had silk-slipped away
delicate lavender
lanterns strung from tele-
phone pole to strangled tree
