“Deer” by Iris Dickerson
September 6, 2023
In new woods, deer come as new life, growth, but blood looming. For you, deer, may have swift eyes, but what of your hooves? Because you must run, swift as the wind, but can’t hide. DEER is of the c...
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Category: Writers in the Schools
A Conversation with Clara Olivo, WITS Writer-in-Residence
September 5, 2023
This month, we’re sharing stories woven with heart and light from our Youth Programs community. Today, WITS Writer-in-Residence Clara Olivo shares their teaching practice, how they inspire and i...
“I Am Many” by Jessica Chamberlain
May 15, 2023
My brain is orange juice in a Klein Bottle. My sloppy thoughts go around in circles, but the journey is smooth. My legs are the wings of a bird. Taking chances and leading with purpose Even flying on ...
“Their Name” by Ratticus Cofer
April 19, 2023
Their Name Once upon a time their name was annoying and fake. Maddie was a coward, she was an outcast, a mistake. She trusted people blindly, as a result she was contorted. And who is she to blame exc...
“praise poem” by DJ Sawyer
April 3, 2023
praise poem i praise my street smarts. i praise the ability to tell right from wrong and knowing when to do the wrong things for the right reasons. i praise my book smarts. i praise my ability ...
“The Wizard of Bygone Boulevard” by Jo Chick and “Arizonia Phoenixen” by Michael Anthony Xavier Lewin, Jr.
March 10, 2023
“The Wizard of Bygone Boulevard” by Jo Chick Bygone boulevard was by no means a lively place, considering its inhabitants consisted of geriatric witches and wizards. For most of BygoneR...
“A Spark of Hope” by Rae Brumbaugh
February 27, 2023
Through a deep night shines a spark of hope like a wasp without a stinger like a blinding rip in the needles of the air no one sees this hope or maybe they’re just too tired to care It flickers thro...
“The Coolness of the Glass” by Ainslee Workman
February 1, 2023
From here I see nothing There is nothing here There is not sky, or soft curling clouds There is no place where the sand becomes sea From here I hear nothing There is not gentle conversation There is n...
“a recipe for steaming almost-dragon” by Diane Sun
January 16, 2023
every few centuries, when the carp gathered at the base of the 龙门 lóngmén in thunderclouds, riled with legend and youth, we waded into the brinks of the waterfall and waited. that night we would...
“Ideas in the Clouds” by WITS Student Flavia Sethy
November 7, 2022
Ideas in the Clouds Take me home ………what is that can we start ……….do we ever Why do you fly, not walk ……….Why do you walk, not fly Who are you ...