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.
stars raid
the violet night.
Tree bones
from the dirt.
Wind swishes
across your face.`
Pick up as
many branches
as you can and
bury them.
Check on them
and see if

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.
A vine of amber light grazes the ground.
in the sky like soda bubbles.
It’s as if
went to another planet,
leaving behind
a tree so lonely it thinks
its reflection is
a friend
for the specks
of light

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

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,

and blood,
and a million stars
gleaming down
from a 


Saturday, June 11, 2016

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

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

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
like a
flock of
I felt like I was