Ethan: Life Itself
I sit inside my silence, not even awake, maybe, waiting patiently for the cocoon to open, not eager, not afraid. I wait.
Jessica: Echoes
I call for my soul inside the soaring chambers of my soul, and their tall walls and vaults reverberate and multiply my voice into thousands of new me’s, also lost, also searching.
Eliza: Zejel
Don’t teach me things I cannot do, and make me follow after you to dreams I’m not accustomed to
Barry: Ode In Social Media Meter
How many words can you fit in a lifetime to sound off the passions that sparkle your gist
Amelia: The Candle
She kept the candle lit, like grandma taught her.