A Seasick Sea
by Maria Arenas

An ocean
totters
back and forth,
seasick.
Its waves,
like cobalt hands,
pull forwards
and clench at the shore
in frenzied escape.
But with a smirk,
and a shrug of its pale green
shoulders,
the sea foam rolls
the thinned out, glassy waves
back into its not so homely
home.

The Words of Rena Finder
by Melissa Smith

Words cannot describe
Your story.
They cannot feel sadness
Or pain.
They did not go
To Plaszow.
They weren’t saved
By Schindler.
They can
Inform others.
They can
Tell a story.
They can
Trigger emotion.
They will
Help us remember.

Silence
by Paul Longnecker

lurking around at night
hunting people’s snores
and other mysterious noises
cutting through the air
severing every sound
it drops in at the weirdest times
stilling all the commotion
then it leaves like it was never there
restoring everything
to the way it was before

Flex
by Tyler Rice

The clock is like a
ticking time bomb.

The work space is a jail cell,
holding me in.

The pages in the text book
are endless like space.

The other students are flies,
buzzing round me.

Racing
by Andrew Sharp

Christmas morning
We opened the box.
A little toy race car
Bright orange
With a giant 20 on the side
And a bunch of little gears underneath.

We built a racetrack in the living room
Full of giant loops,
Sharp turns,
Huge ramps.

I drove the car around that track
For hours
Lost in my own little world
Racing around the track
As fast as I could
Just me and the car.

That car hasn’t been used in years.
I see it sometimes
Lying around on a shelf
Remembering racing
Waiting
To race again.