Counting Worries

By Zoe Abramson   “Get in the car!” I had only been in dad's house for one minute and I was already being yelled at. “Samantha, can you please hurry up?” I was trying to hurry up, but I couldn’t. I was hoping for a hug, but instead I got yelled at before I could even … Continue reading Counting Worries


By Glen Armstrong   I'm afraid of poetry. Who’s to say that those interesting. Young people at the podium. Won’t summon a demon. Or make the whole room fall. In love. I have boots to reheel. And no time to feel weird. About daffodils and wars. That my grandparents fought.   Words ought to inspire … Continue reading Sea-Monkeys