Do You Hear the Raven Call?
A wingspan of ash, she scours the sky for signs of a way forward.
Beneath, the writhing landscape of a future so foreign we cannot yet comprehend which color she will be.
A wingspan of ash, she scours the sky for signs of a way forward.
Beneath, the writhing landscape of a future so foreign we cannot yet comprehend which color she will be.
Now is a tree,
a place that is made of history.
Feel with your fingers
for lines etched in the bark,
the future is there
The best part about summer
Is the nothingness of it
Lying on a blanket in your back yard
A book on your chest
And iced tea in a mason jar
The best part about summer is the Fourth of July
Intuition is our instinct.
It’s our instinct tapping us on the back
and whispering what it believes will happen soon,
what it needs you to be on your guard for.
After 5th grade,
My bracelet
Was a brown bead
On a thin white string.
After 6th grade,
My bracelet
Was a green bead
Multitudes
I crawl
I walk
I talk
I bawl
I run
I climb
My freshman year was sterile
I was separated, regulated
It smelled of hand sanitizer and soap
The hallways were one way only
The transition between seasons is a momentous change for some people, and just another day for others. Write a piece that represents what the changing of the Seasons means to you!
Note: I was given Thalia's consent before publishing this to YWP.
Last year
April of 2023
Our story begins
Thalia and I were talking in class
My skin can flake onto my hands, caked like a cracking wall. The muse buried under sets of eyes staring at the colors on my face, not melanin but thick water-based acrylic paint that created some monster dolled up as a woman.
Once a month when the pain sears
The pain we feel that brings us to tears
When we wake up to a special surprise
When we want to go to sleep, to close our eyes
Inspired By My Own Book Series
“What are you going to miss most?”
“You.”
Oh lover,