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“When elephants fight, it is the grass that suffers” This African proverb begins an eye-opening exploration into the lives of children in conflict areas. Unlike newspapers and TV broadcasts, this book doesn’t focus on the ‘elephants’. It focuses on the grass, each individual blade of g... - Poetry > Free VerseAll I want to do is lie here on the hardwood floor, varnish sticky against my skin. I'll find a patch of sunshine, my own little patch, undiluted. I want to feel the silky-warm caress of the dusty beams on my face and hands, outstretched like I am forever leaping, quiescent as a memor...
- Poetry > Free VerseThis is the only place I ever want to be, watching the tourists scuttle for buildings while we stay warm in our own shelter knowing we evaded the equator scorch. The raindrops, flecks chill and wet upon our bare shoulders, like diamonds glittering on our eyelashes, precious as...
- Reviews > Book ReviewsIn general, I can’t get through historical fiction books. I say ‘in general’ because there is one exception: this book. The Green Glass Sea is a book about two 11-year-old girls, set in the time of World War II. There’s Dewey, smart, weird and dorky, who loves taking things apart and bui...
- Nonfiction > Travel & CultureThe air was crisp with the memory of rain. We tied our rain jackets around our waists and let our bare arms embrace the moist breeze. There was no one else on the path; the vacant wooden platforms meandered around the curves of cliffs and beaches as far as our eyes could see. On one side of us lay a...
- Poetry > Free Versebags careening handles slamming against thighs frantic heel clicks shattering the lethargy of mundane travel routines excuse me sorry trying to make a connection sorry then the customs line: slower than the last drop of honey crawling down a frozen container. watch...
- Fiction > Realistic Fiction"I always look like a tourist," she says in a carefully light tone. "Even when I'm at home." She forces a laugh. We glance at her warily, gauging how to respond. I want to tell her that the reason she looks like a tourist has less to do with her golden skin and the sla...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionShe speaks in whens. When your sister gets nominated for an Oscar, I’ll take you two to Paris and we’ll buy designer dresses. When you graduate, I’ll put your name on a poster and scream like I’m at a rock concert. That’ll wipe the smirk of your principal’s face. When I get bett...
- Poetry > HaikuThe perfume you left has since changed colors; still I can't bear touching it....
- Poetry > Free VerseShe blushed at me, her eyes big and curious. So much to see, barely my elder- and she ended up here. My life is like a math problem, she said. Not sure what she really meant but looking at her I could tell it was, behind the optimistic eyes, true. We chatted for a while, her in her la...
- Reviews > Book ReviewsPeople are calling this book ‘the next Twilight’ and ‘the new Hunger Games’. But it’s so much more than just a copy. It looks like a hot romance chicklit, but it has a lot more depth than you’d expect. Cassia lives in a dystopian world where the Society pretty much controls everything...
- Poetry > Free VerseI will be your automatism, seeping into the blur between awake and dreaming. I will be your girl with one eye blending in to an anemone swirl, brittle shard of porcelain mouth glued to the bleakness of foreign bone. I will have an eel curving my nose, horses freed from the feathered e...
- Poetry > All PoetryFlipped through the photos, her trip to the beach, black-painted eyes and hair bone-blonde with bleach. Fake laughs, pasted smiles: fun with everyone there, then one, alone and head down, knees covered by hair. It was the truest thing I ever would see, so I deleted it, and left to continue ple...
- Poetry > Haiku
- Poetry > Free VerseWe are colored girls, filled in with broken wax. A sketch for us each unfurls- we observe, and begin the cracks. We are fractured girls, they chip us from our shells. Only when the divested form uncurls- ‘tis not what we wanted, but who tells? We are hushed girls, made perfect with ...
- Nonfiction > MemoirOnce, there were four of us, and we lived every day like one long, joyous moment of friendship. Being without friends is like getting lost in a huge supermarket when you were a little kid. There are people around you, but you don’t dare reach out to them, in case they ignore you or mock you. S...
- Reviews > Book ReviewsJudge this book by its cover. Seriously. Like the cover, this story is quirky, dangerous, and full of intriguing details if you look close enough. The premise isn’t difficult to wrap your mind around. A plane full of Teen Dream beauty pageant contestants crashes, leaving a group of them strand...
- Fiction > Sci-fi/FantasyNight is falling, and they are too far from home. Night is when the wild things come out of the forest and beat their palms against the wall until they’re ragged and bloody. Night is when their howls and keens slam into our ears and rattle our teeth. Night is when we light fires in our homes t...
- Poetry > Haiku
- Reviews > Book ReviewsNow here's a book your guy friends don't want you to read! Raunchy, funny, witty, and did I say raunchy, this is one of the most entertaining reads I've ever come across. Each summer, Matt, Sean, and Cooper set themselves a goal. This year, it's to see a naked girl. (Need I sa...
- Reviews > Book ReviewsTake the simple formula boy meets girl, boy loves girl, boy loses girl. Repeat it for a few hundred years, and add in a faerie curse, shifting allegiances, and a Winter Queen bent on killing her son. This is the life of Keenan, the Summer King whose powers have been bound. To break the curse...
- Poetry > Haiku
- Fiction > Realistic Fiction“A child who does not play is not a child, but the man who doesn’t play has lost forever the child who lived in him and who he will miss terribly” –Pablo Neruda When he was young, he watched the boys playing soccer out the window with a smirk. Playing soccer wasn’t going to increase the...
- Poetry > Song LyricsThe forests are open to our rapacity, trusting, thinking we will see, we will learn. But we don’t. We trample our forests, leave trash when we can’t be bothered. Ignore advice of those who have learned, then their pleas. We see beauty, we think “A house might be nice here” We sh...
