The Sharon Academy

Winter

Winter is not meticulous

It kisses every inch of bare skin its

Snow fox flurries come across

The pink petals of noses, the red riddles of ears

Opening up to the sound of the

Wind’s unraveling silk.

 

Winter is a map of silver  

Each snowflake its own

Demographic doorway to perfection

A shock of crystal detail

Sprinkled in my sister’s infinite hair.

 

Winter is a gift to the blind

For even they can feel the

The morning light

Bouncing off every blade of frost and Read more »

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When You Wish Upon a Star

When You Wish Upon A Star

The fireflies flicker in the warm summer night, flying free in the great expanse of the universe. Their luminescent bodies twinkle in the darkness like hundreds of tiny stars. The little girl stares up in wonder, her firefly jar in one hand and a sticky popsicle in the other. She isn’t wearing shoes, and the grass tickles her feet. Her eyes are wide with curiosity and she turns to me and smiles a smile that reaches deep inside and touches my heart.

“Look at them!” she says.

I nod, “It’s amazing.” Read more »

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The Jungle

 

 

The reticent reaches of the jungle hide many a forgotten world 

to be gazed upon anew.

A great stone visage of an abstruse deity Read more »

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Lie

Lying seems so easy,

To your teacher,

To your parents,

To cheat yourself, Read more »

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A Walk in the Woods

I hear the crunch of leaves below my feet, Read more »

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Ephemeral acceptance

I care.

I care desperately,

Tearing urgently towards approval for the

face I wear that day.

Deep silence.

Everyone cares,

Life a stage for posturing, peacocks all.

Intelligent life piped into Aeropostale outfits,

The mind was bound to be abandoned.

Conversation is gossip, others

remarked upon, Read more »

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The Barn

Kipper the terrier, not I, insisted on going up the road to the right instead of the left fork we usually take on his walks. On that Wednesday afternoon I had a sweatshirt on, for the cold breezes that swept up the road and reminded me, with a smack upside the head, that it’s not summer anymore. The trees were turning yellow on the outside, but the leaves on the inside were still green. Kipper gave another insistent tug toward this unfamiliar road. “Kipper!” I yelled to get his attention. “Heel! Heel! Read more »

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The Barn

Kipper the terrier, not I, insisted on going up the road to the right instead of the left fork we usually take on his walks. On that Wednesday afternoon I had a sweatshirt on, for the cold breezes that swept up the road and reminded me, with a smack upside the head, that it’s not summer anymore. The trees were turning yellow on the outside, but the leaves on the inside were still green. Kipper gave another insistent tug toward this unfamiliar road. “Kipper!” I yelled to get his attention. “Heel! Heel! Read more »

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A Book and its Words

The Perspective of the Book: I am not one to talk, but I can say so many things. I’ve only existed as a book because of the words that are on my pages. Read more »

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Formula One Racing - Niki Lauda

 

 

         Formula one racing consists of eleven different racing teams, along with two drivers per team. Almost every other week there is an upcoming race, and the drivers travel all over the world to race on different tracks. One of my most favorite moments in F1 racing was in 1976 when one of the best Ferrari drivers got burned in 800 degree fire for about a minute. This story is very long, but has so much meaning. Read more »

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