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Let the citrus drip past your hand and down your arm. Have it dry and stay a sticky trail of sunshine. Feel your body glow warm, making brown eyes turn amber, and blonde hair golden. Coat your nails w...
Out of the corner of my eye I saw daffodils begin a life again On bare parts of my skin I felt the moisture of ground touching clouds I took a glance at an amber bowl perhaps filled with the pure wate...
I witness hate, I witness glee. But there is something I don’t see. I witness dance, I witness death. Men of no value losing breath. I witness joy, I witness kissing. But there is something the worl...
Baby blue courage is the courage of a sunny, cloudless day It’s the courage of trying, not succeeding Of having to try when no one else believes It’s the courage of curiosity, too big for one’s ...
I carry my family in my heart because I love them. I carry my passport on the airplane so I can go on vacation. I carry knowledge. I carry memories in my heart because it reminds me who I am. I carry ...
it’s chilly in the mornings here even in the middle of summer. when nanimama is here, she begins making her chai at six am. wearing her shawl despite the fact that her body echoes with warmth mine d...
Within every breath not everything is clear, clear as unbroken glass. Not crystal. Crystal warps the vision with the cuts of the long-ago jewel maker. Crystal creates the view of never one thing to be...
it is not a mortal/moral failing of yours if you do not get chosen by the gods. do not despair my darling- remember that you were a love story before they wrote you a tragedy- how your love seemed to ...
On this street, if you listen hard enough when it’s rainy outside you can hear the storm clouds whispering their fearless stories to you. On this street, if you watch hard enough, when it’s night ...
This comic was written by Calliope Barrett as a 6th grader at McClure Middle School with WITS writer-in-residence David Lasky.