By Suma Subramaniam
I come from a country so far away
that you may have visited only in your dreams.
My face does not bear…
that you may have visited only in your dreams.
My face does not bear…
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- By Kimberly BlaeserWe all have the same little bones in our foot
twenty-six with funny names like navicular.
Together they… - By Margarita EngleMad has decided to catch a vulture,
the biggest bird she can find.
She is so determined, and so inventive… - By Eileen Spinelli“I'm so—”
I start to apologize,
but Albert laughs.
“It's not my birthday,”
he says.
I'm confused.
“It… - By Robert FrostSomething there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills… - By David L. HarrisonGather 'round, ye scurvy mates,I'm signing on a crew.You there! Can ye tie a knot?Ye’ll do.I…
- By JonArno LawsonHe laughed with a laugh
that he wished was his laugh,
but everyone knew it wasn’t.
When he laughed … - By David L. HarrisonTonight's your lucky night, boys.
Look what I fixed for you!
Stood all day in the burning sun
to make… - By Christine Lynn MahoneyKatie kissed me!
Yuck, it's true!
My face took on a greenish hue!
My knees, like jelly, started shaking… - By Shel SilversteinWhen I am gone what will you do?
Who will write and draw for you?
Someone smarter—someone new?
Someone… - By Sherman AlexieMy mother sends me a black-and-white
photograph of her and my father, circa
1968, posing with two Indian… - By Richard BrautiganO beautiful
was the werewolf
in his evil forest.
We took him
to the carnival
and he started
crying
when… - By Katerina RudcenkovaYes, I live inside the piano,
but there is no need for you
to come and visit me. - By John AshberyThe room I entered was a dream of this room.
Surely all those feet on the sofa were mine.
The oval portrait… - By Maram Al-MassriKnocks on the door.
Who?
I sweep the dust of my loneliness
under the rug.
I arrange a smile
and open. - By Richard BrautiganO beautiful
was the werewolf
in his evil forest.
We took him
to the carnival
and he started
crying … - By AnonymousThe first day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
A partridge in a pear tree.
The second day of Christmas… - By Georgia Douglas JohnsonYour world is as big as you make it.
I know, for I used to abide
In the narrowest nest in a corner,…