Arcade

by Henry Leibowitz

The beeping of machines, the sound of kids having fun. As they win their games, you can hear the excitement of them celebrating with their peers. It's like a dog aer meeting its owner, the ka-ching aer the tickets pour out as fast as a sugar rushed coyote

Those prizes, lined up, neater than the king themselves. That feeling that the arcade is complete, that my mind has spread. My 25 cents through the slot, taken away for a chance of luck.

BOOM, 4 clowns down, as a ball makes a headshot. The ball gets a 50 as it goes up the tamp, faster than a bullet. Spinning the wheel, fingers crossed, hoping to hit the jackpot!

Bang, a ding as you hit the 1000, then it moves to the JACKPOT!

Scoring those points, not letting the ball go down. Ding, ding, ding, the ball hits the 100 and then the 1000!

Memes and NFts

by Sullivan Wieting

And the memes They spread the Viral laughter

And the NFTS Flow with overinvested Money for something not Real at all

And memes, but twice DNA of the soul

Technology

by Daniel Kiame

And social media ruins your life

And Chat GPT this was generated by chat gpt

And the Chromebooks they are inferior

Ding On The Door

By Sophia Kimmel

Ding on the door. Wow!

I see the Takis, milkshakes, and sodas, all calling to me. I grab a basket and begin to fill.

Bacon

by Jake Lichenstein

O, Dracula

In his dark cave. We took him out To daylight, His skin

Started sizzling

In the Sun. It was extraordinary, He looked like bacon

Getting cooked on the stove.

by Leo Simmons

by Leo Simmons

Sweet Angel

by Isolda Corena, Senna Lieber, and Melanie Perez

Sweet angel, Bone white, Thin ice, Dark night,

A February frost coating her wings, “Forever faithful” as she sings, Flying over a violet hush

She is in no rush.

Sponge

By Lilah Groff

I’m kind of like a sponge

Fill me up with secrets But with a little push I could break out in pieces

I soak up all the news And spread it out plain and thin No matter the thickness or thinness

Transparency or opaqueness

I’ll take care of anything you throw at me But I won’t promise I won’t spill

by Leo Simmons

About History

By Jordan Sheppe

Learning things like the Civil War. The tactics used during the fights

The times in-between. Like the Great Depression. I look Forward to learning about our World’s past. Walking down the Hall full of joy. So many ways to Learn.

The way you can go so Far back in time and still find Things like leaders, outcomes, And where the battles took place.

Fascinating.

Understanding events that Took place back that shapes Out how the world works today.

Developing the ability to avoid Mistakes and create better paths

For our society.

The importance Of history

In our own lives.

What’s My Favorite Sport?

By Sarah Fisher

It makes me happy like sunshine on a warm day. Feelings like love and fun. Ball in my hand, dribble down the court, shoot, score. A way to get out of your head.

Makes you feel alive.

Being off the court and wanting to be on. The loud noise. The big crowd. The feel of a swish. No other thoughts consume me.

It’s just me and the ball.

Nothing to fear. Think over. Remember.

It’s a way out.

The ability to live and let live.

It’s like a world within a world, or maybe just mine.

by Senna Lieber

White Willow Tree by

Sydney Boothe

O-voluminous was the Yeti, up in the mountains. He went to Target and he started smiling when he saw all the coolers. His fur was flowing in the wind like a white willow Tree.

What’s in My Room

By Neel Mistri

A bookshelf, full of past anecdotes. Like a wooden boat and a wooden car. A box of archaic art supplies, along with less archaic art. A few shelves filled with books of stories that happened, did not, or neither. Books that just sit there… much like me on an ancient chair with leather peeling off, in front of a desk constructed from instructions. A drawer, a pocket dimension for knick-knacks, pencils and… my wallet?!

A lamp which illuminates my life here, next to a window, by Leo Simmons my daily weather reporter. A closet showing how many things I’ve grown out of and gone through. And my bed, a clutter that’s a dime a dozen that always catches my fall.

What do I love about Summer?

by Zoey Berman

The beginning, like it's gonna last forever. Swimming, tanning, bikinis. Freckles and light hair. The sound of waves hitting the shore, And the smell of the sea.

Getting off the bus at camp, Seeing my friends, jumping in the lake. Looking up at the bright fireworks on the 4th of July. Traveling, swimming with my friends, Waterparks and Six Flags. Acai bowls, smoothies, Ice cream every day. It feels like it just began, But just like that, It's over.

Black Sheep

by Sophia Thilo

How grand Was Cerberus

In his hellish domain. I lead him To a simple dog park He cowered. He appeared As the black sheep

Amongst the regulars.

by Lilah Groff

Moving by Sunflower Burk

Standing on that ant-ridden brick path

Staring through the windows

Trying to get a view of the rooms that lie inside

It all suddenly feels so real

The boxes

Removing more and more by the day

All the mild annoyances

I’ve gotten used to them

Leaving grows closer and closer by the second

I want to say a proper goodbye

But how?

by Leo Simmons

My Street Music

by Isolda Corena

My street: The always noise of h o n k i n g cars voices all around slamming of doors loud music playing from the kids next door.

T h u m p i n g of the basketballs on the pavement.

N e i g h b o r h o o d of SLAM CLUNK HONK BARK

Houses combine into the never ending noise. This is the music of my street.

Flower by Madison Boothe

O-vicious the dragon looked in his haunted forest. When he went to the river he got stuck when he was trying to get water. Red and orange flames spilled out of his scaly mouth. He looked like the only flower in the yellow field.

by Leo Simmons

Hair Tie

by Katya Stephens

There's one on my wrist and I slip it up and down my hand. I take it off.

I twist it around, make it into a bow. Take it apart. Slide it back on my wrist. A girl.

Her hair is long and messy, like she's been in the wind, or was running somewhere. She's a blonde, a brunette, a redhead, blue haired.

She says “ could I borrow it?”

I slide it off and give it to her.

There now is an indent on my wrist from where it was. I try to remember where the simple black circle is from. If I never buy them, how do I always have one?

I now remember that I just gave her what was given to me. That I was the girl with long messy hair too. And I feel a sense of kinship with the girl that gave me the fabric band, and the girl I gave it too.

I wonder how far it will travel; will it make it to places I've never been, but hope to go to? Will it get to the bustling streets of Tokyo? To the street light littered streets of Paris?

Will it make it back to me?