Category: Creative Arts

A semi-circle of girls speak softly On the wooden floor of the dance studio I stand A question squeezes out my mouth A…

I wrote this poem about people who struggle with seasonal depression. It is something I feel is much more common than often assumed,…

It haunts me Like  The sharp, icy wind on my cheeks Five fifth grade girls Like The whistling of chimes in a barren…

10:10 pm on the bus, A black turtleneck and trousers take  A seat next to me. Eyes glued to the window, A voice…

Now that we are one month into fall, the Blue & Read team has crafted a list of fall-inspired books and novels to…

I wished for you.We practice our dances for the musical in your room.The mermaids from Neverland draw me in closer.An arm suddenly emerges…

I’m going to deny it. The person who I want to escape from is the same person who I know did it.  You…

My eyes seem to be forcing themselves open that night. They are wide with fear and red with insomnia and stained with leftover…

All of my songs are sounding the same,Practically all have the same name.They twinkle like starsAnd tickle my guitar.They dance on datesAnd truly…