WITS writers often turn to Paul Fleischman when they teach choral poetry. His book Joyful Noise: Poems for Two Voices has delightful, double-column poems about insects. The poems, which include everything from a love affair between lice to fireflies writing in the sky, are written for two readers alternating turns. What I did not realize [...]
I can open my wings. I can fly with my two wings. I can fly to my mom and dad I can fly with the birds With my two wings I can fly into the clouds. By Amaris Photo by dibytes (Diane Hammond) via Flickr
My memory is when I moved to Texas from England. I remember that we were in the airport and my mom, dad, and my sister started crying because they didn’t want to leave. They were all older than me and had more to say goodbye to than me. We moved because my dad got a [...]
Writers in the Schools (WITS) is offering a special discounted ticket to the annual A Celebration of Story gala on November 4th. For a limited time only, the $250 seats are available for $150. Come meet Jeannette Walls, best-selling author of The Glass Castle, in a rare Houston visit. Jeannette’s story about how she survived [...]
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I was born here, but my parents are from Vietnam. School is harsh there. The teachers hit you with a ruler or put you in the sun all day if you do something bad. You can buy an ox to carry the stuff you grow to the market. The huts in Vietnam don’t have electricity [...]
Mi papá es como un tulipán Mi papá es un hombre cariñoso. Tiene mucha amistad con mi mamá Y le tiene mucho amor y amistad a todos. El nos quiere mucho. El es como un tulipán que nos da mucho cariño, que nos da mucho amor y mucha amistad. El quiere mucho a mi mamá. [...]
[Photo by Chaval via Flickr] Mi papá Juan es el rey de la casa. Mi hermano Brandon es un buho en la noche, nunca se quiere dormir. Mi hermano Emanuel es una abeja, le encantan los dulces. Mi papá Juan es un gallo porque se levanta temprano. Mi prima es una gallina, siempre se asusta [...]
I’m startled. Shakespeare, whisper music in my ears. Floating down still pond. Singing softly to Mama’s tune. Rocking down river. Falling asleep in moon’s glint of sunshine. I’m still learning to be unfortunate. Dad’s on a mission so it’s just Mama and me. The laundry will take a bath in the river. The baby bear’s [...]
The factory stood there, isolated from the rest. A girl nearby was gazing intently upon it Like a lost person searching for a place to stay. She hoped to stay there forever. The girl nearby was gazing intently upon it, She could smell the wonderful aroma of sweet vanilla ̶ She hoped to stay there [...]
Dad, don’t you know I’ve gotten so big since you last saw me that I’m in high school now, so stop sending me Barbies for Christmas. Dad, don’t you know that I’ve changed my mind about being a doctor, that my place is up on the stage, not in the surgery room with its quiet [...]
Love is the mother penguin. It is when she leans to her chicks, The baby penguins cuddle to her, That makes her happy. Love is the father penguin. It is as he dives faithfully for food, The chicks wait expectantly. Love is the chicks. It is when they go to their parents for warmth. It [...]
Love is care, hugs and kisses. Love means that if somebody hugs or kisses you then that means that they love you. (Love means you are loved.) My hands are as small as soft balls. My hands are as soft as a marshmallows. by Abby, 2rd grade [photo Harpagornis via flickr]
It’s two in the afternoon and my dad is passed out on the couch snoring like an old Chevy truck. I need to leave. As I walk out the door, I feel the breeze that fills the sky during this autumn day. The birds are all chirping; the smell of life is in the air. [...]
Winter, my winter, is no winter. It’s only Fall. Turkey and stuffing make Fall delicious and my girlfriend makes me so cool and cuddly which makes my world Fall in love. But sometimes the moon makes my mood Fall to the ground. And then my dad starts to cook just like my cozy mom which [...]
Spinning around like a tornado twirling. I could go on smiling for a long, long smile. WATCH OUT! I love my mom and dad. by Bria, age 8 Texas Children’s Hospital [photo kwisatc via Flickr]
