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Summer Play
By Hana Ismaiel, 16 a fruity summer greets the neighborhood: june embraces fleeing spirits and euphoric laughter that melts forgotten yesterdays into cotton dust so blissfully…
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Fertilizer
By Rianna Griffith, 14 As more black bodies drop weekly at the hands of your hate I wonder, Do we make better fertilizer? Nourish your ground and grow your systems…
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Western Portrait
By Trish Le, 17 Grandma says: Con, bring an umbrella, look more AmericanNo boys will like you if you don’t look AmericanBe more American means be more white means disappearMy…
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Meet Chris Baxter: Finance Professional, Poet, and YBH Writing Judge
Chris is a 30-year finance and investment professional who enjoys writing as a creative distraction. We are grateful to have him serve as one of the judges for our writing…
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Human Eye
By Zarria Clark, 14 Viewed from the human eye I am unpolluted air difficult to breathe in.Concealing myself away like camouflaging a black eye,I still stand out, yet I don’t…
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大龙与天后 (The Great Dragon and the Heavenly Empress)
By Alisha Wong, 16 A dragon and an empress rest in my living room, Expressions austere and pensive As I ask what molded his talons and fangs; Forged his vermillion…
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You Tried to Kill God
By Maya Goldberg, 16 Congratulations, thank you for killing God. Bravo! The rationales have won. No more will we be subjected to the torment of illusion, you have provided us…
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Graduate
Scottlynn Ballard, 18 Graduate. Grad—to step. -ation—the state or quality of Graduation—the state of stepping into a quantitative unknown. Dear senior, You mispronounce unprecedence You Phoenix from the ashes of…
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Mammoth in the Monolith
Lena Diakite, 16 The vote of who if not all?Clones controlled by one hive.All the kin are skins.Separation of thought, not heard of.Those who have broken free, have done so…
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Chasing After the Wind
By Jonathan Koons, 23 My thoughts flutter all around and above my head like sun-sparks in the deep evening skies. I try my best to catch them all and stuff…
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Holding On
Pretty smiles that aren't always what they seem. Perfect lines and white teeth don't define us. No, we live in the small, almost invisible seconds.
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This is an I Love You Poem
I try to maintain eye contact even though I am continuously interrupted. Like clouds floating in front of the sun, the world goes dark when I cannot see you.
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Give Me Space
I marvel at something grand Something I had planned In that damaged mind The future is blind We look for good That’s stuck in the wood We need to have…
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Dandelions
there was once a young woman, tall and skinny. long sand colored hair reached her recently formed hips. she had lovely peach covered lips. she would go into the field…
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The Nice Things
We tend to spend time thinking about what we aren’t good at or how we don’t measure up. But thinking about our positive qualities can help us realize we are…
