J Doe / 11 ​ Is it normal to dream of a woman you have never met? To picture her hair blowing softly in the breeze, To see a glimpse of...

Atlas Dwyer / 11 The monarchs in their golden crowns They are indeed a lovely sight Sat high above the littered ground To rest by day and...

Atlas Dwyer / 11 Baking things for my family that I know I won’t eat but that they all love Tapping my fingers on the table and feeling...

Lucy Martin / 11 When I dropped my crayon box in rainbow slivers on the floor One person stopped to help me gather rolling crayons a...

Laila Knight / 11 ​ As a little girl I hated the color pink, now I lock myself in my room covered  in seven shades of pink  and glitter...

Lillian Wagner / 9 The carcass lies on the sidewalk. Eyes like olives that never grew, looking back at me through a tinted window. A...

Ashley He / 11 second-grade social it is peculiar, to be in your body, but not quite, existent, feeling thick finger pads picking away...

jane doe Falling to nothing Find there is something Under the Poplars She sleeps the days I lie awake Don’t touch the bread I don’t mean...

jane doe Lucky rabbit’s foot Little Women The Witch and the Broomstick The shouting and hitting Too many mouths Tiny, little toes Eating...

Anonymous i stood at the edge suspended and i waited and i felt a weight off my back until a nervous apprehension crawled right back on...

Elise Love / 10 It used to bore me. The minutes dragged on and I’d wonder when I could leave. We’d talk about the little things. Thoughts...

Tala Ojjeh / 12 A vicious cycle of wars and it has menacingly befallen you from a daunting game that never ends and you are one of the...

Bee Talarzyk / 10 If people were buildings, I would be rubble Because you were my structure Without you I stumble.

Bee Talarzyk / 10 Each life is like a spool of yarn, different lengths, different colors, different sizes And the yarn gets tangled Gets...

Anonymous / 12 That last day I walked those halls, I memorized, in my head, every sight and smell -- Stored it like a sacred star. And...

Hannah Myers / 10 (BARE staff) I walk into the Ohio feather-leafed forest, my feet crackling with each step, the dead bodies of old green...

Jack Son / 12 The shape of water geometric automation of fluid vested upon all but itself unveils workings of gaia beneath and reflects...

Quinn Munc / 12 “Tschüss!” Mila wrote at the end of her diary entry. It was a bright, sunny Tuesday in 1926 and she didn’t have a care in...

Dylan Negroni / 10 & in between blue ceramic plates & delicate, flower covered tea cups i shed a tear for you always destined to be...