When I tasted rain, it tasted like the water we drink when we run a lot on the playground with friends. When I heard the rain, it sounded like coins. It sounded like treasure. When I saw the rain, I saw my reflection. I looked happy. By Jennifer, 2nd grade Photo by Impressions by Lindy [...]
I am just sitting here on the slide watching the clouds pass by, thinking of you. I miss your vibrant colored shoes. I miss how your elegant voice said to me, “I love you.” I miss your brown glossy eyes. I miss your loose bangs. I miss how you kept me from danger. I miss [...]
Every year my mom drags us to a pumpkin patch so we can get our picture taken. “Smile!” she tells us. “Smile better!” she commands. “We’re not leaving here until I get some good pictures!” she yells. So, my brother and I show the whites of our teeth and try to look happy about being [...]
From Hip Hop to SugarHill Marco Cervantes, “Transforming Jail Route” Bao-Long Chu, “2600 Travis” David Theis, “The Ruins of Houston” Roger Wood, “Gold Star/SugarHill Recording Studios: The Story of a House” Thursday, September 22, 2011, 7:00 pm Bohemeo’s, 708 Telephone Road, 77023 Free and open to all! Writing & C/Siting Houston brings [...]
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I like when the sun rises in the East to get me out of bed. I like how the cool wind blows on my face. I like when new flowers open and bloom in the morning. I like reading encyclopedias. I like serving food to my family on Thanksgiving. I like playing with my baby [...]
My heart reminds me of the time when I saw a baby crying for its mommy’s milk. My heart is filled with black nights with bats all around me. My heart reminds me of the time I first learned to walk. My heart is filled with red hearts telling me to follow my dreams. My [...]
This poem, “My Grandma’s Hands,” is written by a 3rd grader, who was inspired by Niobi Shihab Nye’s poem “Words Under the Words” about her grandparents. My Grandma’s Hands My grandma’s hands know how to make tortillas which she learned how to do in Mexico. My grandma’s hands know how to take care of my [...]
I am from the pink ribbons, the hot delicious coffee. I am from the back deck. I am from the purple roses, the beautiful blue lake. I am from the traditional everyday home-cooked meals and the stubbornness that runs in my blood. My parents are the first daughter and the last son So I am [...]
I’m at home. The sun shines brightly in my face. I sit on the back porch by the Sports section of the newspaper which is only saved from blowing away by two scuffed-up, supposed-to-be church shoes. I lean on a box of shoe cleaning materials and wait for my mom to come outside with the [...]
My friend’s voice is like a leap of fireworks. His voice makes the kiss of joyfulness. That voice explodes like a boom, chanting the words and sounds, blending and mixing so that the sounds make a choir. I love for him to talk just so I can hear his voice. I know his voice will [...]
I didn’t always live in the house I do now. I used to live in a smaller, cozier, white house with just my mom and dad and me. Then, when we figured out that we needed a bigger house, it was time to move. Now our house is as big as an old movie theater. [...]
Un Breve Paseo a Discovery Green El cielo era azul como un lago. La tierra era negra como una cueva, y el hielo era blanco como una ventana. Sí, había hielo, y yo estaba patinando en Discovery Green. El sol brillaba como fuego. Yo pensé que no podía patinar, entonces me agarré del muro. ¡Shwoosh! [...]
The feeling of being a little kid having no worries nothing you do is wrong the fun of the toys birthday parties stuffed animals how could you know that in just a few years they would be sold, given to other people even thrown away But when you lose something you can also gain something [...]
Sometimes he has spikey hair. He likes to play Spiderman videogames. I remember… We both have hearing aids. We played chase outside. By Luis, 3rd grade Photo by nubui via Flickr
