Orange on the Quad
By Lilianna Smith
By Lilianna Smith
By Jenae Richardson
Here I stand wondering where my St. Thomas has gone.
By Shiharu Yamashita
It’s difficult for me to cry when someone dies. When my role model took her own life, or even when my dog Hide died, I could not cry right away.
By Daisy Leepson
By Rachel Reeser
I crossed the bridge a long time ago, took a road out of town, and never returned.
By Allie Kaylor
I crossed again to the other side of the street, bad memories haunting every step.
Poem by Mariya Volkova
By Rachel Reeser
By Emily Diamond
By Kaylie R. Klotz
Today they will have the power to choose the game and make the rules. Today, they will get a ball.