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illustrations
in the spanish square—lauren mckinney © 6
theson ofman —claire berry * 9
girl—beth ward 11
portrait—kelly diehl « 13
hammock—bethward * 15
working thefrets—mary ross bryant ¢ 16
pensive one—whitneyhayden 19
duo agony —lindsaypratt * 21
hymnal—kristinwamp © 23
the arch—maryfowlerhowell ¢ 25
crowell with leaf—maryross bryant ¢ 26
girl-shadow —trish ritter * 29
track—sarahbaker 31
muchacho de honduras—lindyjohnson © 33
many missgrays—melissamccord © 35
man in messy room —emilyhassell 37
lounge hour—kelly diehl 39
andandoy volando —lauren mckinney © 41
layers of the valley —chelsea ardisson 43
sluice mud—lindyjohnson © 45
contemplation —whitneyhayden 47
petalscream—jaclynkireyczyk © 48
burning the elephant—laura davis 51
hangandjibber—kellydiehl ¢ 53
entry—sarah denson 55
i/lumination —melissamccord 56
Jingerin water—mollymccullough * 59
graveyardtree—mary ross bryant © 61
leading lines—cameron sweeting © 63
death—claire berry © 65
contents
summerstars—victoria schwab © 8
my sister—tobilee © 10
mygrandmother—kellydiehl ¢ 12
the only rainforestin alabama —taylorsitzler 14-15
block—claireberry * 18
drops ofyourself —whitneydowns © 20
words repair—shelbybridwell 22
clay—shelbybridwell * 24
pretty andbeautiful—victoriaschwab © 28
onpassion—gracewright 30
cuando soyyo —alexandraguillen © 32
llcallyou before midnight—beccahill 34
nose—whitneydowns © 36
aflerfirstswell—catherine oman © 38
1 want toplay—whitneydowns © 40
i came on the wind—anniekillian * 42
watermarks—victoriaschwab 44
mother—claire berry © 46
warpedandtwisted—annelaurence chenery ¢ 50
so the wheel turns—anne laurence chenery ¢ 52-53
the lady inflat 53b —victoria schwab © 54
chocolat—melissakim ¢ 58
twilight—victoriaschwab © 60
afterlife—victoriaschwab ¢ 62
JSrom midway airport—claire berry 64
superbowlfever—alexandraguillen © 68
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Lauren EERE
Heritage
Summer Stars
Victoria Schwab
I was born in summer— When they had given me all else,
The only star, mymotherusedto say Theyhadput the starswithin my reach.
I had my own room, my ownfourwalls,
My own two windows, my own ceiling. Night after night, I'd stand on mybed
And reach. Jump and stretch and tryto touch
One morningmyfatherleft at dawn, came back My sky. In time the stars began to fall.
With his arms full of little plastic stars, the kind One by one they’dlose their stick. Atfirst,
That glow at night. He worked all day, I couldn’treach. My dadwouldput them up
Behind closed doors. Where theybelonged, overhead.
When the sunfinallyfell, he turned off the lights
And the three of us sat on mybed, staringup But one day, when a starfell in mylap,
At summer constellations. I stood on tiptoes, andputitback.
In the dark that nightI smiled. That dayin the light I smiled.
Myparents gave me everything. Myparents gave me everything.
Indulged me, taught me, loved me,
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My Sister
The One with the Doll-like Face
Tobi Lee
I would always complain that she got more face,laydownpeacefully,andneverwokeup.
attention: my sister with the doll face. When They put her in the coffin, a soft white tex-
wewerelittle,weusedtopretendthatwewere turedcoffin, andwhenIwentto the morgue
goddesses, gallivantingaroundthehouse. She to make sure she looked like she had once
always hadthis beautiful smile; herface, with looked before, they opened the coffin, and I
dimples and with that smile, seemed like she smiledasIsaid, “Herdimplesarestillthere.”
had all the secrets of the world tucked inside My sister with the doll like face had a smile
her heart. My sister. She was born with the on, notjustthe ordinary smile shewore, but
beautiful features, while I was the ugly duck- thisonewasspecial: like sheknewshewould
ling. Her face, chocolaty brown with bright lay down and neverwake up, so she wanted
eyes and the smile with dimples, reminded to make her last smile extra beautiful. I en-
me of those princesses in Africa my grandfa- viedher, andI still do. Iloved her, and I still
therusedtotalkabout. Weretheyasbeautiful do. But something has changed: I long for
as my sister ever was? I could not imagine. I her now more than I ever longed for that
looked upon her one day and realized that doll-like face in the past. My sister. Her doll
God had blessed her tremendously. And ten face. Prettier than the princesses of Africa.
yearslater, mysister, the onewiththe doll-like
