Sep 23


I was going through books of
the history of the United States 
in a back room of the library that
smelled like pages about to fall apart
when I found a section that held
books written in braille.
I opened one and was struck
with wonder because all those
little raised dots were words.
They were a language with power.
They were understanding.
And I had no clue what meaning they held.
Sep 23

Ski Buddy

I joined alpine my freshman year of high school terrified.
I was one of two freshman on the team and
while nothing was done to ostracise me
I didn't feel like part of the group.
I loved it and almost envied you for your
open friendliness and how beatiful you are.
Everyone loved you, including me.

But nothing remarkable stood out until
fall of sophomore year.

We were both on the cross country team
but becuase of its huge size
we hadn't known eachother the previous year,
but that first day you ran up to me
with the biggest smile yelling "Liz!"
and gave me the biggest hug.

In that moment you made me feel like
the most important person in the world.
Our friendship grew from there and
so did my confidence.
We became ski buddies and after you left,
I made sure to greet each new skier
with as much enthusiasm as you geeted me with.

I love you.
Jun 21


When I was in preschool
my favorite color was purple
because I loved the way
a new purple crayola marker
looked on a fresh piece of paper.

By kindergarten I decided
I needed to dislike purple
because it was too girly
so I started searching
for a new favorite color.

Babysitting my three and a half year old
cousin I discovered
her favorite color is purple.
It made me smile and miss
new purple crayola markers
even though I have fallen in love
with the shade of green
a hemlock turns when covered
in snow on a sunny day.
Jun 13


I had to explain to my class
the sublte differences in cows.
The difference between
a calf, heifer, and cow.
The difference between
a dry and a fresh cow.
Maybe this is why
I was voted 
class farmer.

(These are heifers)
Jun 09

Thank You

I joined YWP at the beginning of my eighth grade year. This was during the same time period my family and I were considering an English tutor for me, because even though I read two books a day, I couldn't form a coherent sentence. We never ended up getting that English tutor. Throughout eighth grade it seemed I was miraculously getting better at writing, not good enough to be in the accelerated classes my freshman year with my friends, but good enough. I wasn't really satisfied with good enough though. I continued writing on YWP and I continued working in school. My sophomore year I was in the accelerated English program with my friends. I wrote on YWP all through sophomore year and started dabbling in photography too. 

Jun 08


My teacher thinks I'm strange
I love snow the way
some people love sun.

Snow feels good the way
icy lemonade in August
feels good.

Snow feels good the way
freshly brushed teeth
feel good.

Snow feels good the way
clean sheets just off the line
feel good.

Snow feels good the way
a never read before book
feels good.

Snow feels good the way
fun and happiness
feels good.
Jun 07

Listen Carefully

Jun 07


In my hometown
we don't have black widows or monsoons,
but we break wishbones on Thanksgiving.

The antique brass planters no longer shine
but they hold the sunflowers and the one
in my backyard marks the yellow jacket nest.

At night when it seems the earth has
been swallowed by a black hole
embers blossom in the dark
and we gather to tell bittersweet stories.
Jun 07


the sky starts with azure
and fades to alice

lavender dances in the grass
between patches of sienna sand

the clouds on the horizon are 
no longer navajo white but slate

her chartreuse dress does not belong
in the coquelicot or marigold

Jun 05


Mama said not to worry about it.
Mama said she didn't want us thinking about it.
Mama ushered us away from the TV.

I wanted to say
I'm seventeen Mama!
You don't need to protect me anymore.
You don't need to warn us
that its slippery on the ice.
You don't need to protect us from learning about shootings
and bombings and attacks that
I don't remember not knowing about.

Mama we had a bomb threat last week.
It was just some kid looking to get out of exams.
Mama they don't warn you before it really happens.