15 Columbine Flowers
by Vivian A., Austin, TX
One flower for the girl who wrote a story about others and her love and respect for their rights One flower for the girl who said yes to the question ...
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3 a.m.
by Bryan H., St. Peters, MO
A cosmic strip of light darts across the horizon. Insects who dominate the night noise become second to the awakening of the birds and the hiss of sprinklers that penetrate up from the ground filling the air with cut-up harmony ...
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a beautiful middle of nowhere
by Shannon D., Hudson, OH
pacify. petals glimpse through the pine-splattered bushes rustling. settle. ...
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Bad Influence
by Alexondra W., Naperville, IL
She was the gender of the child-bearing But had the ill-temper of a man A tongue of a sailor With actions of a savage beast Upon her coming ...
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Casualty
by Jessica E., Grand Junction, CO
My father never came home from the war Yes, he did come back to his house but the war only followed him Ghosts of soldiers from both sides, ...
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Deeper Insight into Superman
by Garrett G., So. Plainfield, NJ
Sun hangs high just around noon over sweltering streets of the Metropolis cityscape Radiating with heat Distorting the distance Superman can handle it Standing statuesque atop fallen lava beast ...
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Digging at the Beach
by Hanna F., Larkspur, CA
She’s behind me, deeply focused her front paws fly through the sand her tail curls up high ...
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Embers of a Mask
by Sarah C., Durham, NC
Ingrown wings, translucent shadows lacing my negative space to blast away confinement and stand atop the ruins of this barren place ...
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I Would Rather ...
by Justin R., Henderson, NV
Fight the dragon with no sword or shield Jump from Everest unready to fly Beat the mighty waves back from the ocean shore Evade a hailstorm of screaming bullets Stand through raging winds ...
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Losing Language
by Joan B., Marietta, GA
I have been losing the meaning of words. Not in the way of strokes or amnesia, sudden concussions - not holding a pear and saying, sock ...
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Memory
by Duffie B., New Port Richey, FL
Wrinkled and yellowed Time abused by time Floating to the floor Sticking to my fingers now As it once did my mind ...
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Sonnet
by Daniel M., Wayland, MA
The great tree stands ten feet around its base and reaches past the peak of a steepled church. Looking calmly, with knotted face, past the great red doors, past the well-dressed people ...
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Sonnet for a Woman
by Jane B., Swarthmore, PA
In China, we wrap cloth around our feet Urging toes to take distorted shapes. Tighter for a place with the elite, Not a cry of pain from us escapes ...
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Take What You Can, Give Nothing Back
by Chelsea V., Santa Cruz, CA
We are pirates of the cruelest kind. We plunder emotions pillage intimacy and rape the mind. ...
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the gentle arts
by Pierce H., Mechanicsville, VA
a thousand steel crickets hum under trees painted in chainlink on grass-stained asphalt in an apogee of copper wiring and diamond-cut cliffs ...
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The Truth About Growing Up
by Gina B., New City, NY
We promised that forever We’d never grow too old To dig up clay with our stubby Fingernails, and let it cook In the scorching summer sun, ...
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