Emilia Westman
Cassiel C
It was one week before Thanksgiving, when my third-grade teacher decided to do a fun activity for class. We made paper leaf cutouts that had writing about what we were thankful for. Then we taped the...
Mila Neff
"Jude's Backpack" Black letters on a bright yellow rucksack, so bright it almost hurts your eyes, a gift and a quip for an angry mom tired of her boy losing all his stuff at airports and rest...
Jude Cutler
My pot, adorned with shells and vibrant paint, A lovely haven where beauty doesn't faint. The bees and butterflies dance in delight, Together we bloom a radiant sight. But now, my roots are...
Kaya Ties
I remember the first time I saw a dandelion. Caught between the cracks of the sidewalk, it swayed precariously in the lingering breeze, desperately trying to remain secured to its refuge. Thinking...
Amaris Guzman