All I Want

by Nora Claire Miller

All I Want
1.
you need to understand that
i once read a poem and the poet wanted
skinned knees and springtime.
all i want is absolution.

Catching Minnows

by Gillian Page

I’m walking.  The ground beneath me is thin blue glass, clear enough that I can see the water below me and the fish that dive and curl beneath it.  They move like water, or the light from the muted sun on the waves.  A minnow swims through the air beside me.  I cannot see its face.

A Life Apart

by Sofia Laguarda
I bend over a pan, my hands raw from scrubbing. The remains of last night’s spicy tomato grilled chicken and naan bread are still stuck to the skillet, despite the warm water and soap I poured all over it.

Senior Portfolio

by Grace McNamee
That summer, the summer I turned eight, the public pool was never off my mind. If I closed my eyes, I saw the shimmering water, heard the lifeguard’s whistle for kids’ swim, smelled the chlorine. All I needed that summer was the money to go and swim back and forth, back and forth, beside the lap lanes.

Wings

by Sarah Cooke

So far, Evana Vorscheck hasn’t moved a muscle during our interview; instead, she examines her fingernails, watching the way they catch the light. Occasionally, the bracelets slip down on her frail wrist, and she catches some of them before they can fall.