“Weather Patterns,” by Wei-Wei Lee
October 2, 2019
the lady in the elevator called, “look at that rainbow!” and we all did, sticking our necks out past the doors to get a good look. we are so starved for pretty things.
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Category: Student Writing
“Ode to Pitbulls,” by Jo Jo Contreras
September 27, 2019
Ode to Pitbulls Given a bad name Sweet as honeydew melon So violent everyone says not even in the top five Gone through more than imaginable Pity the pitbull Lonely star in the night sky Everywhere I ...
“Between You and Me,” by Adrienne K. Tibbs
September 23, 2019
It’s the tree that fills me with serenity. the green that towers me with hope. the roots that surround me in the twists and turns of sound. those roots that have grown to help me find mine. the limb...
“My Name,” by Chimamanda Danita Egboh
August 19, 2019
My name is Chimamanda Danita Egboh My name means I am gifted. She does not know what she is made up of. She wants to be special like the others. She sings in the church, but only when the other...
“I Am,” by Alexandra Faye Sims
August 2, 2019
I am a star floating in the sky. I am a ballerina dancing in the moonlight. I am a moon sparkling in the starlight. I am a dream about roses dancing in the rain. I stand in good relation to me and my ...
“Sundays at Seven,” by Wei-Wei Lee
July 29, 2019
Sundays at Seven Sunday mornings rising. Not of the faith, never been to church, but here I am in the biting air like a street vendor with a cotton candy cart; my breaths spun-sugar white. They pull u...
“Dibujar,” by Daniel Chamale
July 24, 2019
Dibujar Con este lápiz Para encontrar Lo que no es fácil Con puntas de grafito Para crear Rostros, paisajes y el infinito Me gusta practicar Mi estilo en un borrador Es fácil de frustrar Es muy ten...
“Full Moon,” by Josephine Jensen
July 17, 2019
Full Moon My name is Full Moon but you could call me a cluster of matter ready to pop I believe in protecting humanity, the Earth doesn’t I am made up of my father, womanhood, Erykah Badu I come fro...
“The Fox and the Rabbit,” by Jones Kasperson
April 26, 2019
The Fox and the Rabbit At moonhigh, the night sky is ink in water, spreading to all cracks and crevices. The fox’s nose and whiskers whimper to the scent of rabbit. As it crawls to its prey, its bel...
Simply Where We Live
April 22, 2019
This essay is part of a series in which Poetry Northwest partners with Seattle Arts & Lectures to present reflections on visiting writers from our 2018/19 Poetry Series. Francisco Aragón a...