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Poetry
Shemish & it’s time to grow up
it’s time to grow up (2015 Gold Key, Poetry) By Serena Yang, 8th Grade, Hunter College High School she misses the days when she could squint at the shadows and see goblins trying to steal her piggy bank, when she could stare up into a cloudless blue sky and declare that there are pegasi circling […]
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NY Writers Coalition’s upcoming Literary Festival showcases young NYC poets!
NY Writers Coalition is hosting the 10th Annual Fort Greene Park Summer Literary Festival next weekend, 8/23, at 2pm. The day will feature young writers (6-18 year olds) reading alongside an electrifying lineup of Brooklyn-based writers, headlined by Sapphire (author of PUSH, which was the basis of the Academy Awards winning film Precious). “[NYWC] is doing […]
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Dear Scholastic Award Recipients, educators, families, and friends, It has been a fantastic year for the Scholastic Art & Writing Awards in New York City. We received over 9,000 submissions for the 2014 awards and were one of the most decorated regions in the National Awards with New York City students earning 163 Gold and […]
MoreTeen Poet Open Mic Tomorrow (8/5) at Nuyorican Poets Cafe
Calling all NYC teen poets: READ.WRITE.NOW! Writopia Lab in NYC is hosting an open mic for teen poets at the legendary Nuyorican Poets Café tomorrow evening (August 5th) from 6:30pm – 8:30pm. This is a wonderful opportunity to try out that new poem you’ve been working on this summer, while working the same stage graced by […]
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you’re enveloped in one of those lamplit, perfect nights not a whirlwind night of people,of streetlights and cold breath in the air, but a soft night sitting on a familiar family’s couch, the babysat boys asleep in their beds, just tufts of blonde hair visible above the quilts, skinny little bodies hidden under blankets in […]
More“Scale”
whole . The only thing I can trace back is death. That, and warped piano lids. The ivory keys are like teeth before dentures. I ask Grandma when she’ll have it tuned. She gives a closed-mouth chuckle. half . It belonged to the grandfather I never knew. He had perfect pitch because he didn’t see […]
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