CLASSIFIED by Jack, age 10
NOT A CRASH by Jack, age 10
Not a Crash
but with a quiet thump.
HARDWARE STALL by Jack, Misu, Timothy & Binh, age 9 & Angelina, age 8
By Jack, Misu, Timothy, Binh & Angelina
Bottles jailed in plastic linger on the shelf, and tubes of glue dangle from the ceiling.
Cans of spray paint roost in cabinets
like sleeping canaries.
Behind the counter,
the owner’s teeth
sink into a chunk of apple.
Light pours onto her cheekbone,
eyes lock on the unknown.
tape measures hang like
spiders from silk.
Here is the same piece as a graphic poem with illustrations by the whole class!
AFTERMATH By Jack, age 9
PARADE OF LIGHT BY Cindy, Binh, Misu, Jack & Carmen, age 9 & Lily & Helen, age 10
Big Allaki Photo by Sergey Garifullin — National Geographic Your Shot:
Chelyabinskay obl., Russia.
Parade of light
ORANGE GLOW by Angelina & Jack, age 9, Lily & Tony, age 10, Wisdom, age 11
Star trail and eruption Photo by Davide Castiglione — National Geographic Your Shot:
Yesterday night, from Centuripe at my house, there was a little eruption from north-east
crater of the volcano Etna.
where people don’t exist.
TONGUE OF AMBER by Daniel R., age 8, Ali, Misu, Jack & Emily, age 9 & Anvivi, age 11
Northern light in Iceland Photo by Gudrún Hauksdóttir — National Geographic Your Shot:
This photo was taken on my way to Thingvellir at ‘Mosfellsheiði’ 8th of October 2013.
Tongue of Amber
NAIL SALON by Helen, Tony, Ali, Jack, Timothy, Misu, Anvivi & Binh, age 9 & Carmen, Angelina, Vanessa & Emily, age 8
Chemicals drift around my nose,
and bottles of polish clatter
on the shelf. Clippers click,
From beneath the sound,
Mom paints finger and toenails
the color of crashing Atlantic waves,
and a million stars
OFFICE By Misu, Binh, Jack, Tony, Nam & Timothy, age 9 & Angelina, age 8
By Misu, Angelina, Binh, Jack, Tony, Nam & Timothy
From a wire above, papers dangle.
Bandages flu er onto the floor,
and the smell of blood and Purell leaps through the air.
Scribbled letters dance across
piercing through the window.
Ms. Peggy slides a drawer shut
and paper clips
clink and scatter across her desk.
Steam rises from a mug of coffee, and when
that kid who breaks crayons
knocks it over,
dark liquid puddles on the floor.
Ring ring ring.
Click click click.
In the corner,
balls gobble air.