MAJESTIC by Ali, Tony, Alan & Jack, all age 10
Tag: Tony
GUNS: THE HISTORY & SCIENCE OF A DEADLY WEAPON by Tony, Timothy & Binh, all age 10
MESS WITH THE BULL, GET THE HORNS! By Tony, age 9 & Binh, age 10
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.
Orange Glow
Sparks spread across a rain-shattered sky,
An orange glow sprouting from the mountain
as if the sun were setting
as if the sun were rising
as if you’re in a different world
where people don’t exist.
NAIL SALON by Helen, Tony, Ali, Jack, Timothy, Misu, Anvivi & Binh, age 9 & Carmen, Angelina, Vanessa & Emily, age 8
Nail Salon
Chemicals drift around my nose,
and bottles of polish clatter
and clink
on the shelf. Clippers click,
files whisper,
dryers whir.
From beneath the sound,
Mom paints finger and toenails
the color of crashing Atlantic waves,
of morning,
of sunflowers,
of paradise,
frost
and blood,
and a million stars
gleaming down
from a
Saigon
sky.
OFFICE By Misu, Binh, Jack, Tony, Nam & Timothy, age 9 & Angelina, age 8
Office
By Misu, Angelina, Binh, Jack, Tony, Nam & Timothy
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
white boards
that reflect
florescent light
and sunshine
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.
CELESTINE, HO! By Tony, age 9
MASQUERADE By Jack, Nhi, Tony, Misu, Tran & Alan
Masquerade
By Jack, Nhi, Tony, Misu, Tran & Alan
Sheep-shaped
clouds
blossom
balloons
and
blanket
helicopters.
Sun rays
burn my shoulder.
The moon glows
in a San Francisco sky,
alone.
The city
drowns
the stars
in light.
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