Category: 2022-23 Submissions

Out my kitchen window,
I see leaves clinging onto a branch
And the branch watching the leaves fall
And the fall grass peeking to the surface
For no one to see.
But I see
Out my kitchen window,
My exhale escaping as fog
And the exhale of the sky escaping as snow
And the snow piling at my very feet.
For no one to take another look.
But I look
Out my kitchen window,
As nature leaves presents
And the presence of a natural perfume lingering in the air
And the air turning into buds and leaves
And birds and bees
And the birds chirp-chirping
As they put on a show
For no one to watch.
But I watch
Out my kitchen window,
As the wind takes a different feel
And the feel of a new phase
And the sweat plastered onto my face
And my face as full of joy as my feet
And my feet run,
And I fall,
On the grass
That is no longer fall grass,
But soon will be,
And all this,
For no one to take in
Except for me
Who takes it all
Through my kitchen window.

I came downstairs one winter morning. The smell of hot coco in the air with the winter air nipping at my skin, My family talking in the kitchen, and the taste of bad morning breath in my mouth.

Running along the ground as we ascend we go up
I hear the engine-like white noise
Jellybeans moving along the highway
Little broccoli covering the land
We go up I see the big blue sky and cotton candy clouds
As I doze off to sleep I hear the softness of the sky.

In his bed
Snug as a bug
as he streches his arms
O it’s so tough
But it’s time to get up
With a huff and a puff
He get’s up and jumps
Finally up
Here comes the big ruff

Big bright waves crashing on the shore, tall trees getting blown by the wind, and the great Golden Gate Bridge standing right in front of me. I Smell the salt water splashing everywhere, I see sea lions on the wet rocks and feel the ground beneath my feet. I hear waves crashing, the wind blowing and the birds chirping like never before. I smell the fresh air, rich soil, and the big waves from the ocean. Last but not least the lovely Golden Gate bridge right above the big sea.

Slipping out a cold,
glass plate,
I get out the necessities,
warm, fluffy, and soft bread,
crunchy, sweet tomatoes,
savory, grilled chicken,
and carefully sliced avocado.
You sink your teeth in,
the flavors combine,
and make a slow transition
as they melt together into one blissful taste.
I wipe my mouth after my last bite,
and my mouth waters,
my stomach aches-
for more.

Above the bathroom sink
The tooth brush sits,
all alone
dripping water,
resting his long bristles,
carefully
in a glass container,
jumps
when the person enters
the bathroom;
looks over
at the hand
reaching for it,
sighs,
braces to be grabbed
closes his eyes
as the person clicks
his button,
and there goes
his head,
spinning,
twirling,
around
and around.

I get under my soft sheets, my eye’s almost shut, l put my head on my pillow, and start to drift off, into a great winters rest.

As I sit on my couch,
My sweet dog Piper jumps on the couch;
And sits beside me.
She lays her head on my lap,
As I watch my movie.
I can hear her snoring,
Beside me.
I can hear my dad,
Getting up to go grill;
The delicious burgers.
And so Piper runs outside
with him.

She sat down,
her eyes drooping
from tiredness;
We crowd her
as her eyes shut,
while others party
In the background;
Our screams
open her eyes,
she tries but
her eyes re-close;
She is out
for the night.