Teen Ink

I removed the layers of blankets from my aching bones to excavate the secrets that were held together by saliva in papier-mâché envelopes, only to chew on disappointments and lie on shards of...

i asked my father if i could swim, and he said that i would drown. The Sea would imprison me – he said if my feet had left the ground. So i walked out to the water, and cried out – how...

(Apologies to Judith Viorst)If I were in charge of the worldMy favorite flip-flops would never wear out.There would be no books of poems with the last page missing,No hairy spiders to hide in...