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Thursday, June 16, 2016

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

TREE BONES by Vanessa, age 8, Timothy, Nam & Wellington, age 9 & Alan, age 10


















Night Sky Photo by Tiffanie Tudor. Big Talbot beach, Florida. 


Tree Bones 

The sky’s
night light
peeks over
the horizon.
Little
stars raid
the violet night.
Tree bones
rise
from the dirt.
Wind swishes
across your face.`
Pick up as
many branches
as you can and
bury them.
Check on them
tomorrow
and see if
they
are
still
there.

PARADE OF LIGHT BY Cindy, Binh, Misu, Jack & Carmen, age 9 & Lily & Helen, age 10


















Big Allaki Photo by Sergey Garifullin — National Geographic Your Shot
Chelyabinskay obl., Russia.


Parade of light


Fingers of green water grab a rock.
Swish!
A vine of amber light grazes the ground.
Stars
pop
in the sky like soda bubbles.
It’s as if
people
went to another planet,
leaving behind
a tree so lonely it thinks
its reflection is
a friend
reaching
for the specks
of light
above.

ORANGE GLOW by Angelina & Jack, age 9, Lily & Tony, age 10, Wisdom, age 11


















Star trail and eruption Photo by Davide Castiglione — National Geographic Your Shot
Yesterday night, from Centuripe at my house, there was a little eruption from north-east 
crater of the volcano Etna.

Orange Glow



Sparks spread across a rain-shattered sky,
An orange glow sprouting from the mountain
as if the sun were setting
as if the sun were rising
as if you’re in a different world
where people don’t exist.

TONGUE OF AMBER by Daniel R., age 8, Ali, Misu, Jack & Emily, age 9 & Anvivi, age 11


















Northern light in Iceland Photo by Gudrún Hauksdóttir — National Geographic Your Shot
This photo was taken on my way to Thingvellir at 'Mosfellsheiði' 8th of October 2013.


Tongue of Amber


A cloak of emerald ombré
waves
and crackles
across the atmosphere.  
Limbs of light
the color of a hummingbird’s neck
brighten the sky.
A tongue
of amber peeks
over
the horizon.
Colors race
towards a finish line
of light.
Calmness
is a thing with
flames.

NAIL SALON by Helen, Tony, Ali, Jack, Timothy, Misu, Anvivi & Binh, age 9 & Carmen, Angelina, Vanessa & Emily, age 8




Nail Salon


Chemicals drift around my nose,
and bo
ttles of polish clatter 
and clink 
on the shelf. Clippers click,
files whisper,
dryers whir.
From beneath the sound,
Mom paints finger and toenails
the color of crashing Atlantic waves,
of morning,
of sunflowers,
of paradise,
frost 

and blood,
and a million stars
gleaming down
from a 

Saigon 
sky.

Saturday, June 11, 2016

OFFICE By Misu, Binh, Jack, Tony, Nam & Timothy, age 9 & Angelina, age 8




Office
By Misu, Angelina, Binh, Jack, Tony, Nam & Timothy 


From a wire above, papers dangle.
Bandages flu
er onto the floor,
and the smell of blood and Purell leaps through the air. 

Scribbled letters dance across 
white boards
that reflect
florescent light
and sunshine
piercing through the window.
Ms. Peggy slides a drawer shut 

and paper clips 
clink and scatter across her desk.
Steam rises from a mug of co
ffee, and when 
that kid who breaks crayons 
knocks it over,
dark liquid puddles on the floor.
Ring ring ring.
Click click click.

In the corner,
balls gobble air.

FLYING By Helen & Lily, age 9 & Anvivi, age 10




Flying
by Helen Luu, Anvivi Vong & Lily Nguyen 


My aunt
started the engine,
and we took o
ff for Saigon.
Dust like salt and pepper in my eyes. My hair
blew
like a
flock of
bu
tterflies.
I felt like I was
flying.