Writing

Man at desk with black birds
["Asgardian Seagulls," digital art by cedar, YWP]
  • A Loss of Hope

    i sit on the classroom floor.

    the room is dark and cold.

    i press my back against the wall.

    the door is barricaded with a chair.

    my teacher stands in front of it, as

  • favorite food (s)

    Since I could eat, I have loved eating. Since I could open

    my mouth and shriek for sustenance I have been in love with food.

    And it has always loved me back -

    tacos, grilled cheese, steak, sushi, matzo ball soup,

  • Prying Ears

    Conversations glided through Willow the same way in which paper airplanes are flown through the sky. The classroom was only partially filled due to philosophy's limited popularity, however idle chatter has yet to be deterred by this. 

  • Poetry

    By LGC

    Ruth and Naomi

    it takes me

    my arms daring to surround you in the comfort of a hand sewn quilt

    patched together with culture, stories, memories, love

    it takes you

    taking hold, not running; letting the tears fall down your face

  • Speechless

    I am speechless.

    All the bullshitting and lies 

    from our government.

    OUR government.

    They say that they are protecting us.

    That's not what I see,

    "Don't believe your eyes."

  • Eighty-three

    Eighty-three

    out of

    one hundred

    and ten.

     

    One hundred 

    and four

    out of one hundred

    and ten.

     

    We contrast starkly

    I look like a beginner on paper