The Cats of Istanbul
By Steph V.
Street Cats of Istanbul, Turkey,
Are each a little bit quirky.
Cared for by all,
No matter how small.
Go see the documentary!
These street cats are smart,
Walking around the mart.
Getting free fish,
Not from a dish.
These cats steal right from the cart.
A Sestina For Summer
By Caroline Z.
Sweet and sticky juices of the watermelon
Drip from my chin onto the poolside.
The smell of mouthwatering dinner
Comes closer, a platter carried by mother.
The gentle breezes of summer
Even calms the yipping dog.
Lazily walking, the plumped up dog
Comes to my side to steal my slice of watermelon.
No way will I let him steal my treat that I get in summer.
I run away from the dog near the poolside,
And a laugh erupts from the mouth of mother,
Who is setting the table outside for dinner.
Everyone is too full of fruit to eat dinner
And I’m still being pursued by the dog.
The dog then goes to mother
To beg her for her watermelon.
I eat my watermelon in peace at the poolside,
Sliding into the shade to get away from the heat of summer.
I spot the fat quail birds that only come during the summer
Eyeing the table with the dinner.
They get noticed by my hyperactive dog
And are chased around the poolside.
I get another piece of delicious watermelon
From the bowl resting next to my beautiful mother.
I smile up at my hardworking mother
As I leave the table to pet my dog under the sultry sun of summer.
Happily, I eat my new juicy slice of watermelon.
Left on the table, forgotten, is our dinner.
My dog gallops over to where I’m sitting next to the poolside.
Laughing, I give up my watermelon to the dog.
In no time, the watermelon is devoured by the panting dog.
Fallen asleep is my tired mother.
As I watch her, I too fall asleep on a comfy chair by the poolside.
I enjoy the sweet lulling breezes of a well-earned summer.
Nobody eats the now cold platter of dinner,
And we’ve left alone the bowl bursting of watermelon.
The dog appreciates the summer night and the free
unguarded watermelon left on the poolside.
He sits on my asleep mother’s lap to gobble down our dinner too.
By Emma S.
The smell of sweat fills the air
Gaunt faces, lifeless eyes
Staring into yours, cold as stone
This is your home
The noise of guards yelling
And the inmates screaming
This is your home
The home of monsters
A cage of steel, confines you
Not just to that room
But to the label
Others put on your back
Because of what you lack-
A chance to prove who you are
But you are not just black, you are not just a prisoner
And you are not
You are a human
A human followed around and victimized
By constant prejudice
The disease spread by people
And to people
Why do we judge you
Because of what you can’t control
Why have a judicial system,
If your fate depends on a prejudicial system of lies and opinions?
Monsters do exist
They live within us
Waiting to be released
At our own command
Yet the enemy is not a black man
Or a prisoner
The monster is the one who is blinded
And allows himself to be consumed by the Monster within
If we are to continue to coexist
We must learn to fight the beast
Or we shall lose to our Monsters.
By Naseem A.
I keep dreaming about going back to the Andover Shop
if light were completely subjective
what color would you paint me?
In Cambridge I fell in love with my own paranoia
learned how to swallow the sky whole
how to be an adventure
But here in California I fall in love with
the art of looking away
light passes through us and appears
On our surface
What is a Color?
By Katie S.
Blue, the most peaceful color in the universe
It’s most of the earth
Slowly being wasted and drunk
Blue is as patriotic as Paul Revere
Working towards America’s destiny
As graceful as a ballerina
Blue is sadness slowly coming down from the sky
It feels wet and droopy
It’s the sky only to be held up by the sun
Yellow is daylight glowing brightly
Going farther and farther down in the sky
Yellow is happiness shining down on you
Constantly singing down towards you
When autumn comes
Yellow is all around
It’s in the trees
Or on the ground
Everywhere you look
Yellow is there to guide you
In fall, Red meets yellow
Red is lava oozing out of a volcano
The lava is like anger seeping out of you,
When a devastating thought comes to mind
It’s your heart hurriedly pounding inside your chest
What do you think a color is?