“Kamsahamnida” and the Moo Moo Lady
By Shiharu Yamashita
We’ve had this conversation before—about Halsey Middle School, about how I’m not Korean—but really I wonder if she has any relatives and is lonely.
By Shiharu Yamashita
We’ve had this conversation before—about Halsey Middle School, about how I’m not Korean—but really I wonder if she has any relatives and is lonely.
By Giovanna Veiga
“I miss you too,” I say to an empty room. But if I reach, out I can feel the scruff lining his jaw, the dip in his chin, the crease at the tip of his nose, all my favorite parts of him.
By Emily Kelleher
How leaving home made me feel the weight of where I came from.
By Emily Kelleher
By Giovanna Veiga
I run outside barefoot to see the Bradford pear tree that we planted ten years ago lying across the front yard, ripped apart by the wind.
By Daisy Leepson
By Sasha Temerte
Armed with a notebook and diverse passion, I can intertwine the words and numbers inside me with my dreams.
By Bettina Harvey
By Sara Shaygan
Every time I call, You answer.
By Andrew Crane