MegaZine 2018 by The Cabin, a center for readers & writers

MEGAZINE

OFFICIAL JOURNAL OF THE CABIN WRITING CAMPS

VOL. 7, NO. 1

VOL.6, NO. 1 SUMMER 2018

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CONTENTS DEPARTMENTS Acknowledgements • 1 Student Writers & Artists • 2 Teaching-Writers • 57

INTRODUCTION Cabin camps are a wonderful combination of learning to express yourself through writing and going on downtown adventures to inspire your writing. Campers ind inspiration along the Boise River visiting The Rose Garden, Julia Davis Park, the Library!, Boise Art Museum and more! In our Picture This and Graphic Narrative camps, campers not only wrote, they also used pencils, markers, water color, acrylic paint, collage, calligraphy pens and ink to create comics and artworks of their own. At the end of each week campers exhibited their body of work in a Gallery Walk, which was attended by their friends and family. One of my favorite memories from the week with my own Picture This campers was taking each of their pictures as they posed proudly in front of the wall where they had carefully and thoughtfully hung all the artwork they had created in our week together. For this publication campers chose their favorite artwork, comic or writing that came out of their camp experience. I hope you relish reading and seeing these works as much as the campers reveled in the process of creating them. â&#x20AC;&#x201C; Cassie Angley, Teaching Writer

SPRING ROCKS Abigail Bibbens & Soia Marshall Grade 4 & 3, Boise

How do you loat? Tan, black, grey, the colors of the spring rocks. You sound like drum beats when you fall. You look like a green apple tree. Bang, Bang, You sound like spring rocks falling. Sand, salt, dirt, you taste like all. You ly like a bird in the spring sky.

THE BEST SANDWICH IN AMERICA Calan Hitt Grade 5, Boise

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS Cabin Writing Camps touch the lives of hundreds of young people and adults each summer due to the talent of our teaching writers, the generosity of funders, and the gits of time and support from volunteers, interns, board members and community partners. Thank you to teaching writers Ashley Miller, Cassie Angley, Catherine Kyle, Christian Winn, Colleen Brennan, Danny Stewart, Hannah Rodabaugh, Heidi Kraay, Laura Roghaar, Natalie Disney, Nicole LeFavour, Ruth Salter, Torii Grabowski, and Tracy Sunderland. Many thanks to our 2018 interns, volunteers, and Cabin staf: Kelsey Hall, Shanyn Park, Paige Thomas, Hillary Colton, Areebah Hargan, Ashlee Vanliew, Aubrie Davis, August McKernan, Bethany Nitz-Maile, Brianna Campbell, Brock Bonnell, Candyce Utter, Cierra Bryant, Elise Adams, Emilee Harris, Haadiya Tariq, Hannah Clay, Humzza Hargan, India Roper-Moyes, Izzy Foxcrot, James Sorenson, Jason Hayhurst, Josephine Miller, Kaitlyn Schweitzer, Kendall Byers, Kylie Chappel, Lea Gombert, Lisa Chesnut, Madeline Ryan, Michael Vessel, Rachel Block, Cassie Angley, Hillary Bilinski, Gen Emerson, Katie Fuller, Megan Ramey,

Tyler Weber, Megan Williams, Kurt Zwolfer, and Bean. A big thank you to our friends from the following organizations throughout the state who provided venues, learning opportunities, and ield trip locations to our campers: Boise Rock School, Boise Weekly, City of Boise Parks and Recreation, Flying M Cofee, Idaho Botanical Garden, The Discovery Center, The Sun Valley Center for the Arts in Hailey, the Boise Art Museum, The Fine Arts Center at the College of Southern Idaho in Twin Falls, The Foothills Learning Center in Boise, The Record Exchange, The Timbee Hall Recreation Center in the Fort Hall Shoshone and Bannock Reservation, Zoo Boise, the World Center for Birds of Prey, The Boise Bicycle Project, BSUâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s Service-Learning Program, The Morrison Center for Performing Arts, JUMP!, The Egyptian Theatre, and Quality Art.

Writing Camps and publication of MEGAZINE are made possible by generous support from: F.M., Anne G. and Beverly B. Bistline Foundation in the Idaho Community Foundation

STUDENT WRITERS & ARTISTS B

M/N

Baiza, Taelyn • 32 Barnes, Owen • 31 Bibbens, Abigail • 2 Bibbens, Patrick • 44 Bixby, Kamlin • 23 Bjorkman, Annalie • 24 Bolinder, Charlie • 19 Bond, Colby • 13 Bond, Josey • 22 Brooks, Kinsley • 17 Bruns, Mikaela • 38

Manning, Carsten • 6 Marshall, Soia • 2 McDonald, Dryson • 26 McDonald, Raya • 40 Mitchell, Declan • 10 Mohammadi, Kiana • 10 Mohan, Abijeet • 15 Moore, Miriam • 9 Moreno, Mia • 15 Norrod, Angela • 25

C Cooper, Ben • 11 Cooper, Rachel • 41 Copetti, Taini • 12 Cornett, Owen • 16

Oakey, Aubrey • 12 Pattee, Soia • 25 Pinter, Jonas • 42 Pyle, Desi • 24 Rinaldi, Natalie • 17

D/E

Dahl, Maddi • 11 Delaney, Hallie • 35 Donahue, Norah • 5 Ellestad, Sage • 23 Ellis, Ava • 33

G/H Grazian, Kaylee • 8 Hamilton, Alice • 32 Harris, Benjamin • 34 Harris, Vivi • 14 Hartman, Griin • 8 Hassa, Mhina • 30 Heimer, Zoey • 18 Hitt, Calan • 3 Hitt, Finn • 42 Hublou, Emerson • 43 Hublou, Jake • 15 Hublou, Lainey • 27

J/L Johnson, Lauren • 45 Lansear, Sophia • 16 Laugheed, BetsyAnn • 27 Loo, Jayden • 9

O/P/R

Sandow, Sophie • 13 Schroder, Gwyneth • 43 Shackelford, Owen • 20 Sims, Tea • 16 Smith, Elias • 31 Surthi, Anay • 5 Swartz, Violet • 7

T Tanikella, Alekya • 28 Tanikella, Amulya • 36 Thiel-Takata, Beckett • 39 Tseng, Liesel • 29

V/W/Y Vidal-Russell, Matias • 15 Wallace, Mateo • 7 Ward, Ruben • 37 Williams, Reagan • 11 Winters, Genevieve • 18 Yokom, Camille • 19 Yoon, Rocco • 20

ROSE GARDEN HAIGA Anay Surthi Grade 3, Boise

ROSE GARDEN HAIGA Norah Donahue Grade 4, Boise

BOB COMIC 6

Carsten Manning Grade 3, Boise

UNTITLED

Mateo Wallace Grade 4, Boise

HOME Violet Swartz Grade 6, Boise As I step through the wood piles, I feel a sharp pain. A slice of wood has cut into my ankle. I wince as I pull it out. It bleeds a little. When something catches my eye. The wood is painted. Color covers the wood bits. It snaps as I walk. “This used to be an artist’s cottage,” I remember my best friend, Alana, saying. I’ve always walked by as long as I can remember. There was a ire in 1922 when it burnt down. I was only two then. That was when my Mimi took me down there for the

irst time. She would take me here until I was old enough to come by myself. Now I come alone. She died last year. She was a painter too. That’s what I am now. Actually, I don’t come alone, I come with my puppy, Annabelle. I found her near my Mimi’s grave the day ater she died. It’s like I still have a piece of Mimi with me. But Annabelle’s paws will get cut and splintered if she walks on the wood. (I learned that the irst time). So now I wear a satchel on my hip and Annabelle its perfectly in it. I miss Mimi. But whenever I’m here with Annabelle I feel I can talk to Mimi. I feel like this is home just the way it is.

THE ICE CREAM BANDIT

TO BE A JOURNALIST

Griin Hartman Grade 5, Boise

Kaylee Grazian Grade 6, Boise To be a journalist, you have to watch. You need to watch eyes, how they stare down at the loor or how lips move when people talk. How a nose wiggles or how ingers iddle. To be a journalist, you have to see. Pay attention to the things that no one else does, like how that squirrel ran up a tree. Look at the petals on that rose. “Yeah, they’re pink.” No! Look closer; they’re magenta to purple then pink. You’re looking but you have to see. To be a journalist, you have to think. Would anyone like a story about an old rusty cat? No, you can tell people about the old story that ancient Egyptians used to tell about a waving, swirling sphynx. See, I turned an old tom-cat into a nice, huge, mystical creature lying high above crumbling temples illed with rich artifacts, one that contained the secrets of the universe. See, I made a story right on the spot! To create lines and curves and make them into art, you have to use your mind.

BREAKING NEWS

Breaking news: Harry Potter and his friends have been killed by Voldemort. Voldemort himself delivered the bodies to Hogwarts. We now go to Hogwarts, where we interviewed their classmates. They were all extremely sad for Harry Potter and his friends. Headmaster Dumbledore had this to say: “I was so surprised when Voldemort delivered their bodies to me. I was so shocked.” We so far have no idea how Voldemort managed to get to Harry Potter and his friends.

Check fraud Frank Abagnale Jr. has been captured! Abagnale has been stealing money since 1963. He has been impersonating a Pan-American pilot, a doctor, and he even passed the Bar Exam and became a lawyer in Georgia. While in Georgia, he got engaged and it was at his party that FBI agents almost caught him. He managed to get on a plane to Paris, somehow, despite the FBI agents swarming the airport. Yesterday, Christmas morning, he was inally captured by check fraud specialist, Carl Hanratty. Hanratty’s only comment on the arrest was that, despite everything, Frank was “a smart kid.” Right now, Abagnale is being lown back to the U.S.A. In the last four years, he has stolen over 2.8 million. We will keep you posted on further developments.

Jayden Loo Grade 6, Boise

Miriam Moore Grade 6, Boise

BIRDS OF A FEATHER Kiana Mohammadi Grade 6, Boise A study on a bird that roams the sky.

Pictures flying all through the air.

The wind blows leaves around.

No one hears the bird’s sound.

Everyone gathered to see the bird.

Mysterious and elegant no one dared

say word

LONELY POEM Declan Mitchell Grade 5, Boise My poem is lonely. Very lonely. The quietness of a dead raven. My poem is a street with no bicycles. A conveyor belt with no fresh food. A lower with no nectar. My poem is a library with no books. My poem needs more books.

SLOW DOWN

TO THE CENTER

Maddi Dahl Grade 6, Boise

Ben Cooper Grade 5, Boise

A wild horse ran through a meadow. His name was Champ. He ran towards the sea without knowing. His hooves thumped on the ground as he ran on. Red, orange, and yellow leaves fell from the trees. He wouldn’t know how beautiful it was until he stopped and admired it. He kept running though. He made it to the sea, not knowing, and fell over a clif. He looked around at the dark sea and tried to quickly swim up. He didn’t realize how beautiful it was. Fish of all colors and sizes swam around. “Stop and look around, be patient, and swim slowly up,” a ish swam towards him and said. Champ did what the ish said, then looked around amazed at what he saw. He slowly swam to the surface of the water, then to shore. He looked at the meadow amazed. He realized if you don’t stop and slow down to admire how beautiful life was, you would be missing out on all the great things in the world.

I am falling through the earth down, down to the center getting farther away from the sun. I feel like I’m swimming in foam. My eyes trying to concentrate on one thing at a time, but all the same, blurring out. The visions I see are fantastic, like all the colors in the world. Like a rainbow but the deeper I go the more brown it gets. The earth itself slows down my descent and in the middle, root beer. In bottles, in pools, overlowing everything else. So tasty. All my senses going in overdrive.

INSPIRED BY “BIG CELIA” AT BAM Reagan Williams Grade 4, Boise

INTERIOR SELF-PORTRAIT Taina Copetti Grade 5, Brazil

FOREST IN RED Aubrey Oakey Grade 5, Boise Walking through the timberwolf arches that was believed to actually be a man, I came across an arch with a beautiful young maiden atop the point arch. I began to write my heart out. In the arches sits a maiden, stone on face, dress and hand. The color of dog blood pours over her hair. In her lap sits something I cannot name, not ever, not now. But yet and still something digs in my eyes to reach, touch, and cuddle this something. The arch is high, a point in the timber wolf that he himself built out of his own living and life he took himself. Not ever, not now may anyone see what is in my eyes, this arch, this moment, but the maiden encrusted in stone. The knowledge ceased throughout the years. Implanted in her still stone head, but still I see through my heart a hope of bringing her back, chip, by crack, by me. Never ever may any living soul, heart or heartless, puncture her heart I feel in me. I go into my own. I stepped out of my head realizing that it was imagined, but still how was it so real? I took my rope and started to climb the arch. When I got there it was real, a tiny little maiden sat. At least a nine inch human miniaturized elf thing. Then I started to fall, fall, fall. I hit the ground. I sat up. In front of me, a timberwolf. I picked up the stone maiden. In a lash, I turned around to face the wolf, but only a man stood, shaking dirt of his face. “Good day,” he said.

Leaving me to stand alone.

LULA Sophie Sandow Grade 6, Boise

THE BLOOD GORGE Colby Bond Grade 6, Meridian “Hi, my name is Colby and I have to tell you a story that is my story. What I’m going to tell you may scare you, or even terrify you. We will start at the beginning. When I was a kid, I grew up in the blood gorge. You may ask what a blood gorge is. I will tell you. It is a place you don’t want to go. That’s all I will tell you. Now, kids. No more interrupting.” “Tell us more about the blood gorge!” “Hmmm….oh, alright. Everything is red there, from the dirt to the trees and the pebbles to the mountains. ‘Why is it red?’ you may ask. Have you ever made someone so mad that their face turns that bright cherry red? Something happened to cause nature to do this, and I might know what it is. Now, don’t do any more blabbing or I might not inish. So, when I was growing up. I had to help in the coal mines. It was hard, and every night I came home I was streaked with black, black coal. Sadness swept over my family ater my father died in a sweeping accident. My mother was so stricken with grief, and I looked so much like him that she sent me away. It was dark there, sad almost, but it mystical and very magical. The weather looked like it was about to storm but it never rained. That is where I learned how to summon ire and control trees. Master Orisi my father and teacher creator of The War.

RAINBOW GIRAFFE AND MUSCLE MONKEY Vivi Harris Grade 4, Boise

THE FIVE ANCESTORS REVIEW Matias Vidal-Russell Grade 6, Boise

The Five Ancestors is a seven-book series, taking place in China in the year 1650. The series is about ive Kung Fu teenage masters and their mission to spread peace throughout China. Each of the seven books is written from the perspective of a diferent character. The story progresses very well in spite of this. I would recommend this series for anyone who wants a non-stop action and clihanger moments. The plot and characters in the books are very well developed and there are many ight scenes in this series. If you like action, this is the series for you.

RENEGADES REVIEW Jake Hublou Grade 8, Eagle

Renegades is a book about superheroes, The Renegades, which have a massive population and the supervillains, who mainly focus on The Archanists. The Renegades book is a two person perspective book, taking place in the perspective of Adrian, a Renegade, and Nova, an Archanist. I like this book because it is about superheroes in a very mature way. I recommend it to grades 6 and up. The sequel, Arch Enemies, comes out in November and I can’t wait.

AN INTERVIEW WITH MIRIAM Mia Moreno Grade 6, Boise

I interviewed Miriam. She has red hair in pigtails and blue eyes. She is shy, but very friendly. Her sense of style, however, is what makes her interesting and cool. She wears button-up shirts and denim shorts. She wears two diferent shoes and two diferent socks that are long, but not over her knees. Miriam is going into 6th grade at Cynthia Mann. Her favorite subject is social studies and her least favorite is science. She plays the clarinet and the piano.

PROFILE OF JAKE Abijeet Mohan Grade 5, Boise

This is Jake. He is your average 13-year-old. He lives in Eagle, so it takes him 40 minutes to get here every day. This, to me, shows that he is really interested in The Cabin. A few interesting facts about Jake: His favorite color is purple, he has two sisters. His favorite thing to do is read. Sometimes when he inishes all his books, he likes to play video games. He has a nice PS4 to play on. He does not have a favorite book since he likes so many. He has 14 pets. He lives in on an animal farm in Eagle. He has 2 dogs, 2 goats, 3 horses, 5 chickens, and 2 new alpacas. That’s a crazy lot! Jake has a restless soul. He loves violent video games, but his favorite game is Town of Salem. Jakes does not like sports, he likes to stay indoors most of the time. He likes enchiladas and writing iction. Jake isn’t excited for the new school year and I agree. But I still hope he has a good time.

ROSE GARDEN HAIGA Tea Sims Grade 4, Boise

THE FROG SOLUTION Sophia Lansear Grade 3, Boise Once upon a time, there was a girl named Bella. She loved sports and dogs and cats. One day she was walking by a pond and heard something. She picked up a weird rock but then it jumped out of her hand. She picked it up again and it was a frog. She named it Fred. She kept it in her bedroom, but she could not tell her mom so she didn’t. But her mom heard something in her room. She went upstairs, opened Bella’s bedroom and saw the frog. She yelled, “I can’t believe that you have a frog in your room! Let it go now!” Bella let it go, but she was sad. One day the frog came back. She was so happy to see him. She said, “You have to go because my mom will get mad if she sees you. I will build you a home outside and I will still be able to see you.” So she did build him a home, and that is where the frog lives.

TWO POEMS Owen Cornett Grade 4, Boise

BLUE Beautiful. (lilac) Up high. End.

RIVER Tons of logs. Tons of rocks. Crashing, turning, and twisting. Poison Ivy on the side. That’s why it’s called a river.

MOUNTAIN WOLVES Kinsley Brooks Grade 6, Boise

BLOMMA VASE Natalie Rinaldi Grade 4, Meridian

ANTIQUE COUCH Genevieve Winters Grade 4, Boise

LOST IN THE LIBRARY Zoey Heimer Grade 3, Boise

I was acting like a normal person then ran to the dark part of the library. Then I heard crying, then it was gone. I heard it again, then it disappeared. I ran to the top loor and saw a little girl. She asked, “Why are you here? “Don’t tell anyone, but I’m an orphan in hiding. Why are you here?” “I got lost.” “Oh, sorry. I know a way out, come on!” I took her out the window then into the neighborhood. She told me where she lived, then I saw the house. I knocked at the door and her parents answered. “Mom, Dad, I missed you!” she said.

MOLDY CUPCAKE Charlie Bolinder Grade 3, Boise

THE CELLAR Camille Yokom Grade 6, Boise Sometimes it feels as though the earth is crashing down on me. The passing of someone you love is worse than anyone can describe. I wish it wasn’t true but you see you can’t stop the natural way of life. Still you feel as though you’re locked in a cellar with the walls getting closer and closer, with only a few breaths let before you get trapped forever in a world. You can’t do anything but think about them being gone forever where you can’t see them or even touch them again. And as you think, all you think about is that they’re gone. But soon ater a while you will start to think about the memories you’ve had. Then, ater a while, they consume you, taking you away from reality into the cellar again. Being trapped beyond what you can do to stop it with rivers coming down out of your eyes onto your cheeks, slowly trickling down to your shirt, making a damp spot on your shirt.

MAD DUCK JOINS THE DOOFIES Rocco Yoon, Owen Shackelford Grade 3, Boise

THE DAY WE FINALLY WON Josey Bond Grade 4, Meridian One day on our purple and yellow planet, we were put on a mission. “We have spotted a rare green and blue turtle. You must ind it and take it back so we can make sure there is enough of it so they can live on,” said Close, nicely but nervously. Close is in charge of our planet. My name is Rose, and my best friend is Grace. We were searching for the green and blue turtle. We searched far and wide. We were searching in a purple and green and white jungle. We found a few book trees and pencil bushes, but they were kind of in our way. We didn’t stay to look at them very long. We finally found it! The green and blue shell was moving slowly to a pencil bush. We were planning to slide a strong cloth underneath it and then catch it with two sticks on the side. But then we heard our worst enemy. “I think the turtles were over there! And don’t forget to eliminate them so that they can’t be there anymore,” Doneh yelled rudely to his two henchmen. The henchmen were slouched over, holding pencils and notebooks. They used the pencils to stab under the turtles’ shells, and the notebooks for bopping the turtles’ heads. We followed Doneh until we saw a turtle running the other way. We followed the turtle to where its family lives. The turtles lived by a small pond in a dark place with book trees and berry vines covering it. But then we heard a voice say, “Not so fast.” “It’s Doneh!” I said. “Yeah!” Grace said. Then Doneh stepped out. “Now we have the turtles! Now you can’t save them,” yelled Doneh, laughing. “Not so fast,” we said. “While you were over there laughing all about it, we got them in our turtle mobiles!” “What!” Doneh yelled.

EXCERPT FROM SILENCE

Kamlin Bixby Grade 5, Boise Chapter Two

I woke up around 9:00 that morning. I came downstairs to ind my dad gone, and Tangerine begging at my feet. I fed him and got dressed, ready for a skate downtown on my roller blades. I put Tangerine in my foxpack on my back. I grabbed my black cloak to cover my pink hair and tutu and took the silent elevator down to the main level of our apartment and skated out the door. I skated down to the pet store irst because I fed him the last of his food that morning. I walked into the pet store and went straight to the pet food aisle. I found the fox food and went to the checkout lane and bought it. Then, I skated to Elmer’s Breakfast. Elmer’s Breakfast is a breakfast place across town. I ordered pancakes (by pointing, not talking) and ate them, sneaking my bacon to Tangerine. But just as I was leaving, I saw a man steal a woman’s purse. I made the mistake of yelling and the fun police arrived. One banged me on the head. Before I knew it, I blacked out. And that’s when things really started to get crazy.

SEA SCENE

Sage Ellestad Grade 3, Boise

ALL NIGHT IN THE LIBRARY Annalie Bjorkman Grade 3, Boise One day I was reading my favorite book in the library, How to Find an Elephant, when I noticed that everybody was gone and the lights were of and the library was closed. I was so excited! I could do anything I wanted to do. I thought of what to do, and then I noticed what time it was. It was 7:00 am. In one hour, the employees would come and ind me, so I checked if the doors were locked and oddly they werenâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t, so I opened them and ran home. And now I only stay at the library for one hour a day.

UNTITLED 24

Desi Pyle Grade 4, Boise

BLUE! Soia Pattee Grade 5, Boise

MULTITUDES ON THE MOUNTAIN Angela Norrod Grade 4, Boise My friends and I were walking on Mount Everest to get to the top. Mount Everest was pointy. It smelled like earth and felt rough. We brought along water and food so we donâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t starve and parch to death. We kept walking and walking until it started raining hard. We ran for shelter and found a cave. We went inside and sat down to catch our breath.Then we took a little nap. When we woke up, we heard growling. We wondered what it was so we stood up. We screamed because there were 5 bears surrounding us. The bears looked hungry, angry, and furry. We ran out of there. The rain stopped so we werenâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t wet. We kept running and running when we thought the bears were chasing us. We stopped and looked around us and saw we were at the top of Mount Everest!! We hugged and high-ived each other! We were so happy!! We took out our cameras to take pictures and sent them to our parents. We went back down Mount Everest and said bye to each other and went home.

SELF-PORTRAIT Dryson McDonald Grade 4, Boise I listen to the river as I brainstorm a plan. I listen carefully, for I love to draw. I will keep trying on one image to get inished because I love art. My artwork is creative because I love nature, so I make my artwork natural like a windy summer breeze blowing gently through my hair.

CHICKEN MAN Annie Laugheed Grade 6, Boise

MAGAZINE POEM Lainey Hublou Grade 4, Eagle

A BAD DAY AT THE BEACH Alekya Tanikella Grade 9, Boise

ETHAN AND HIS DRAGON Lili Tseng Grade 7, Boise

THE HAND Mhina Hassan Grade 7, Boise

THE LIFE OF OWEN BARNES (EXCERPT)

Elias Smith Grade 5, Boise

I am interviewing Owen Barnes. Owen likes tinkering around and playing sports. His favorite food is cheese enchiladas. He likes to write. Some other questions I asked were: What do you want to do for a job? He said mixed answers, like business and acting. “What is your favorite music?” “Pop.” “Do you like the news?” “Yes, sport news.” His chores at home include taking out the trash. His favorite outdoor activities are swimming, backpacking, camping, and sports. His favorite game is basketball. His favorite video games are sports games. Owen is a gentle soul. His favorite hobby is tinkering around. Barnes’ favorite football team is the Green Bay Packers. His favorite movie is Seven Samurais. He chose to be at The Cabin because he likes journalism. Owen loves school and says it is fun. His favorite color is blue, because he likes blue. That is all.

THE LIFE OF ELIAS SMITH Owen Barnes Grade 6, Boise

Elias Smith lives a standard life in the fastest growing city in the world. He lives in the beautiful North End of Boise and goes to Longfellow Elementary school. He spends his free time being on screen, listening to music. “I don’t know what I like about rock ‘n’ roll. But I just like it,” Elias says. Elias also enjoys being outdoors. He loves to river rat, backpack, swim, ish, and hunt. “I think it’s fun.” Elias Smith really has his heart set on being a veterinarian. From a young age, he loved animals. His favorite pets are cats and dogs, and his favorite wild animals are red pandas and penguins. Some places that Elias wants to go are the Swiss Alps, because he thinks they are beautiful. He went to Europe in June and before that he hadn’t even heard of the Swiss Alps. When Elias is at home, he likes to play with his friends. He also likes video games. “I really like Fortnite and Bloons TD Battles. He also likes to play basketball and football. Elias also enjoys sports and hangout around his house. He loves his family. All of these things make Elias Smith very unique.

INTEGRAWS IN GLORNE Taelyn J. Baiza Grade 7, Boise

MYSTERY IN THE ALLEY Alice Hamilton Grade 3, Boise WEBBY SCARY BROWN FUZZY GIANT I walk into the alley and I scream. The creature keeps on doing what it is doing (I’m not quite sure). Other people came running. I said, “There’s a giant creature right there!” It turns out they’d been so focused on me they hadn’t even paid any attention to the creature. Guess what the creature is?! It is a SPIDER!

FRED AND CHUCK AND THE BIKE Ava Ellis Grade 5, Boise

DREAMER Ben Harris Grade 7, Boise

INTO THE WILD

Hallie Delaney Grade 9, Boise

OVER AGAIN Amulya Tanikella Grade 6, Boise

SUBWAY 000

Ruben C. Ward Grade 9, Boise

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Mikaela Bruns Grade 8, Meridian

THE BOTTLE

Beckett Thiel-Takata Grade 7, Kuna

DIFFERENT ART Rachel Cooper Grade 3, Boise

Some people say it’s all about the color and shape. But I care about the texture. That’s what makes this painting so special. People say to draw lat, But this picture Jumps out. Inside of the body, inside of the body, there’s organs. Inside of the body, there’s blood. That’s what this artist did. Can you see? Color, Color, Color. That’s all I see. Black. Grey.

Splash of color is all they do. They forgot the way they used to.

Can’t you smell that fresh blue stripe on that rock? That fresh blue stripe On that rock.

Add detail. Add detail. That’s what people say. what they don’t know is that you can do it simply, and it will still turn out great.

Blue. Blue people. You say that you’re the sad color. But you make me happy. So to me, you are more of the happy color.

Brown. Blue. Red. Yellow. And pink too. Painting. Painting. Painting. Coloring. Coloring. Coloring. Fabric. Fabric. Fabric. Wood. Wood. Wood. Where’s the rocks? Stripes. Stripes. Stripes. Colorful stripes. I love stripes. Glass bowl. Glass bowl. On that stand. Two simples colors is how you gleam.

So I see you again. Great zebra rock. You stood out so much. I can’t stop looking at you. Oh rock. Oh rock. Oh black and white rock. You remind me of that time I saw a zebra. It looked as if it was painted. Bows. Bows. Bows. So colorful. Some of you are striped. Some of you are dotted. Some of you are red, or blue. But some are blank. I love all of you.

SELF-PORTRAIT Raya McDonald Grade 5, Boise I am a ray of sunshine, coming down and giving light. Showing no diference. I want my art to stop racism. I want to make a bird ly from a trap. I want my art to inspire others. I want my art to make a diference.

ART MUSEUM Finn Hitt Grade 4, Boise James A. Garield, A crazy quilt. Took 1, 500 hours To make. Water Lily. Made out of plaster, Terra cotta, And wood. Upper Village. Date from 1920 To 1955.

Chunk 1987. Glazed sotware. American, born in Japan. 1942. Blue. Git of Wilfred Davis Fletcher. Boise art museum. Permanent collection. Blue March. More than 130 essays On art. Bowl. 1997. Glazed earth-ware. American born. 1950.

THE GARBAGE TRUCK 42

Jonas Pinter Grade 5, Boise

FOX

Emerson Hublou Grade 6, Eagle

THE CHICKEN Gwyneth Schroder Grade 5, Boise

TIDE 44

Patrick Bibbens Grade 6, Boise

INTERIOR SELF-PORTRAIT Lauren Johnson Grade 5, Boise

TEACHING-WRITER BIOGRAPHIES Cassie Angley is a published and produced playwright, actress, singer, and theatre-maker. She began acting at age 5 in San Francisco with Aunt Lolly’s Shoe String Theater, and her journey in the arts has never stopped. She performed, trained, and wrote in New York City for 15 years where she wrote, produced, and performed in more than 12 original plays and musicals. While in New York City she began integrating arts and education by teaching designing and managing Literacy and Multi-Arts programs with students in the South Bronx. Four years ago she began researching Readers Theater, which combines her loves of theater, reading, and teaching. She went on to complete a M.A. Education Literacy and a Teaching Certiicate in Theater from BSU, so she can use Readers Theater as a tool to help struggling readers reach their full potential. Catherine Kyle is the author of the poetry collection Parallel (Another New Calligraphy, 2017); the poetry chapbooks Gamer: A Role-Playing Poem (dancing girl press, 2015), Flotsam (Etched Press, 2015), and Saint: A Post-Dystopian Hagiography (dancing girl press, forthcoming); and the hybrid-genre collection Feral Domesticity (Robocup Press, 2014). Her writing has been honored by the Idaho Commission on the Arts, the Alexa Rose Foundation, and other organizations. She holds a Ph.D. in English from Western Michigan University and is pursuing an MFA in Poetry through New England College’s low-residency program. She teaches literature and creative writing at the College of Western Idaho. Catherine’s website is www.catherinebaileykyle.com. Hannah Rodabaugh received an MA in literature from Miami University and an MFA in poetry from Naropa University. Her poetry has been published in magazines like Berkeley Poetry Review, ROAR Magazine, Horse Less Review, Written River, Rat’s Ass Review, Nerve Lantern, and others. She has a chapbook of poems titled With Words: Verse in Concordance modeled ater dictionary entries out from

Dancing Girl Press. She also has poetry in Flim Forum Press’ anthology A Sing Economy and Nerve Lantern’s Yoko Ono: A Tribute to Yoko Ono, a collection of writing in response to Yoko Ono’s performance art. She recently received grants from the Idaho Commission on the Arts, and the Alexa Rose Foundation, and she is a 2017 Artist in Residence for Craters of the Moon National Monument & Preserve. She works as a teaching writer at The Cabin Idaho and as a co-curator for Ghosts & Projectors, a Boise-based poetry reading series. Laura Roghaar is a poet, educator, and arts administrator. She serves as the Poetry Out Loud coordinator for Idaho and teaches writing at The Cabin. She holds an MFA in poetry from Boise State and her chapbook of poems, SISTERHOUSE, is out from dancing girl press. Natalie Disney is a iction writer entering her third year of MFA candidacy at Boise State University, where she teaches iction and is an assistant editor for The Idaho Review. She taught ESL to refugee families in Colorado before making her home on this side of the Rockies. Most days, you can ind her exploring the foothills behind her house while listening to westerns on audiobook. Ruth Salter grew up in Claremont, California and earned an MFA in creative writing from the University of California, Irvine. She has enjoyed guiding the enthusiasm and talent of summer workshop writers at The Cabin since 2010, and also teaches courses in poetry writing and literature at Boise State. Her poems and essays have appeared in several periodicals, including Boise Weekly, Chiron Review, Calyx, Nerve Cowboy, Hawaii Paciic Review, and America Magazine, as well as the anthologies The Healing Art of Writing, Volumes I and II. Her latest projects are facilitating a writing workshop for local veterans and experimenting with travel writing.

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