Posts
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If you can get up, you can get down:
By Gaia Lenox, 16, Cambridge, VT
Have you ever had sour
cherries?
They're an angry fruit
that stings your throat
and boils in your stomach -
Everyone's and also mine
By Ruth Knox, 12, Essex Junction, VT
It's everyone's and also mine,
chipping bark and a hanging branch,
amber leaves that drift to the weeded ground,
a forgotten sweatshirt sits at the trunk -
With these roots
By Emma Paris, 14, Putney, VT
One tree
was the tree I leaned upon
while I had my first kiss
One tree
knows that secret
I trust trees more than people -
Tree blood
By Zinnia Hansen, 17, Port Townsend, WA
A tree has blood, thick blood
that fills its cold fractals with slow warmth.
We watch the rain fall.
And tenderly, I brush the water from my eyes. -
The tree planter
By Annika Gruber, 16, Charlotte, VT -
The missing tree
By Max Leibon, 16, Post Mills, VT
Loves
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An Afternoon Moon
Somewhere outside of Philadelphia,
there is a small island in a pond shaped like a boomerang.
When I tilt my chin to the heavens,
I wonder which foolish god
threw it to this barren part of earth?
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Cowboy, Come Home
He is a toy cowboy on a horse
and is dragged off into the sunset
while my stuffed bunny heart
waits in the backdrop to be held.
Our God is the small Girl who hides
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a letter to my mother
how do i say--
yesterday, you called me a miracle
and i believed you because
you can make me believe
anything.
(you have not always wielded that well.)
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Stretching to Infinity
There is this idea that children have a fear of storms. The distant rumble of thunder a warning to run to their parents' bedroom, throw back the covers, and burrow deep into the familiar warmth.
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cardiac
last week, my brother dropped his heart
on the pavement and we both
watched as it cracked right open,
spilling in red ribbons and golden gears
