By Suma Subramaniam
I come from a country so far away that you may have visited only in your dreams. My face does not bear...
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- By Kimberly BlaeserWe all have the same little bones in our foot twenty-six with funny names like navicular. Together they build ...
- By Margarita EngleMad has decided to catch a vulture, the biggest bird she can find. She is so determined, and so inventive...
- By Eileen Spinelli“I'm so—” I start to apologize, but Albert laughs. “It's not my birthday,” he says. I'm confused. “It...
- By Robert FrostSomething there is that doesn’t love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills...
- By David L. HarrisonGather 'round, ye scurvy mates, I'm signing on a crew. You there! Can ye tie a knot? Ye’ll do. I'd say...
- By JonArno LawsonHe laughed with a laugh that he wished was his laugh, but everyone knew it wasn’t. When he laughed he...
- By David L. HarrisonTonight's your lucky night, boys. Look what I fixed for you! Stood all day in the burning sun to make...
- By Christine Lynn MahoneyKatie kissed me! Yuck, it's true! My face took on a greenish hue! My knees, like jelly, started shaking...
- By Shel SilversteinWhen I am gone what will you do? Who will write and draw for you? Someone smarter—someone new? Someone...
- By Sherman AlexieMy mother sends me a black-and-whitephotograph of her and my father, circa1968, posing with two Indian...
- By Richard BrautiganO beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival and he started crying when...
- By Katerina Rudcenkova
Yes, I live inside the piano,
but there is no need for you
to come and visit me. - By John AshberyThe room I entered was a dream of this room. Surely all those feet on the sofa were mine. The oval portrait...
- By Maram Al-Massri
Knocks on the door.
Who?
I sweep the dust of my loneliness
under the rug.
I arrange a smile
and open. - By Richard BrautiganO beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival and he started crying when...
- By AnonymousThe first day of Christmas, My true love sent to me A partridge in a pear tree. The second day of Christmas...
- By Georgia Douglas JohnsonYour world is as big as you make it. I know, for I used to abide In the narrowest nest in a corner, ...