Archives for March 2009

Soaring

This entry is part 2 of 8 in the series Issue I: Spring 2009

by Mishal Awan If I would fly, I would fly high into the sky, Soaring, soaring High up Flying I may even feel the glittering moon I’ll be free from everything I won’t be in a tight ring, Flying, soaring into the sky Why, why, why can’t I breathe Mom’s calling me home.

A Poem

This entry is part 4 of 8 in the series Issue I: Spring 2009

by Sadie McCann, Age 5 A poem is writing, Coloring pictures of Bratz. A poem is a baby, A carriage, a bassinet, a nie nie, A soother, a blanket, a name. A poem is a big sister helping a Little sister. She changes their diapers, She can feed her baby food, she can Put on her […]

The Green and Gold Project

Today we are meeting with the little kids, second graders, they said. Uh oh, don’t think I will be good at this. My young years were the toughest and to this day, they are giving me trouble. Don’t think I can handle the responsibility, and besides, I’m not a teacher kind of person. Perhaps you […]

Free Write

This entry is part 5 of 8 in the series Issue I: Spring 2009

Mishal Awan Age 10 Every time I cry, My mother sighs and says that life is very difficult. There is more pain than anything you can imagine. I gulp and think of how I could sink and then I shudder and then I sputter Why can’t life be like butter And then I think how […]

Julia from Wichita

This entry is part 7 of 8 in the series Issue I: Spring 2009

by Mary Blas Why does the IRS question your largess? Julia from Wichita. Audited again. Your second floor boarders attest to your goodness. Why does the IRS question your largess? Like benevolent ghosts we whisper your kindness, That their jade-studded hearts should be touched by your pain. Your judges shall know that you are a […]