HAIKU (theme: planet/earth/politics) By: Raelyn Riley
The original teacher shakes with the “Strong and Free” against this fault.
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The original teacher shakes with the “Strong and Free” against this fault.
Ol’ Mr. Rabbit sat on field of green,Munching away at a patch of grass.‘Twas a beautiful day, no cloud to be seen,And the fields ripe for Mr. Rabbit to reap. Continue Reading →
Nkechi was only four when she became an orphan. Like most children her age, she was without a care in the world. She spent her time playing pretend in the Continue Reading →
For all the Niitsitapiiks, The Real People who never had the chance to heal. It’s strange how our earliest childhood memories are like flashes of images stored in our Continue Reading →
Once upon a time, I was a kid. When I was growing up, I was a kid. Sometime after my eleventh birthday, and I was in grade 6, my mom Continue Reading →
I ride in the back seat of a freightliner. I try to lie down, spread my weight across the seat and absorb the rough bumps of the road. The Continue Reading →
I learned everything I need to know about teaching from one child. For the sake ofprivacy, we’ll call him Landen. I got a new bus driver when I was in Continue Reading →
As night seems longer than it hasHas hell frozen over?I wait for a returned messageIs he lost to this death? Her friends are unloving todayShe’s thrown the towel inThat pain Continue Reading →
Such a horrific nightmare I had!Something, a ghastly demon, I believespawned from the ancient bones of all the graveyardsand promptly after its repulsive, nasty birthit set off to consume and Continue Reading →
My body is sacred. It comes from the earth. Invasive species do not phase me, But oil and coal try to erase me. My body is sacred. The blood in my veins flows through me Continue Reading →