Teen Ink

And I remember she wouldn’t wake up. Her lips were mushed together in a Horrible shade of red They buried my mother in a white dress And red lips. And she couldn’t see. Where are your...

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...

     at an ideal dinner party(of literary proportions)e. e. cummings wouldsit across from me,leaning back in his chair,ankles crossed(a brooding poet in a cotton...