Gdansk, Poland Winter Dog Greece Winter Dog Paris Cafe About the Author: Ewelina Kuczera is an artist from Poland. She specializes in...

Sitting Together Sunny Sundays Spot at the River Merlion About the Author: Anshika Nichani is a student at the Georgia Institute of...

Riya My Father About the Author: Siya Gupta is a rising senior from Long Island, New York. She enjoys working with and developing black...

Wave The Portrait Monsoons Lion and the Cub About the Author: Chayangi Hate is an aspiring artist from Goa, India.

Crystal Woman Stone Blues Self Portrait Anemone About the Author: Gideon Grandis-McConnell is a high school Senior from Richmond,...

Vagary Time fleets. From the yards of Nicosia, she made her way to the stars. The sky holds her journey through the timeline. It feels...

P: How much do you like Tiffany? H: I like her 38%, what about you? P: I’d say 56%. P: Sometimes she’s just so annoying and weird. H: I...

Midnight Delusions It’s midnight / I stand in the downpour of rain / on the corner of 94th / drowning in my misery / the rain is nothing...

Dear Icarus Tell me you loved the sun so much that you gladly burned for it and that each feather on your wings fully embraced the...

Vast Oceans He spent more than half his youth, just pursuing, building walls, living a life of luxury, every moment a cinematic fantasy,...

The Mountain A pile of papers Grows in the corner Like mold on leftover rice He averts his eyes Glances at it a few times Still there...

Love Letter to My Long Hair: Is sixteen years too late to say it’s not you, it’s me? Trite, I know. But oddly, for something that is...

Hop of Faith there drifts away my life feeling like a stabbing knife I don't know where i go and it hurts ever so i sit here thinking as...

Last September, my family’s 2008 black Sienna Minivan skid to a stop and released a massive flume of smoke on Highway 50, halfway between...

Teenage Villanelle Nostalgia in a flower pot, In glittery darkness, shy wallflowers decay, For me, the memories all fade and rot. Two...

for my dog days. i woke up one day the sweat on my fingertips turned to water standing alone under the sky, turning the glass around me...

Wild Blue Eyes Not a day goes by When I don’t recollect Those Wild Blue Eyes: Blue but cloudless; Tranquil but bright with rich radiance....

I hold on to shards of the past like books, lining them up in my head in neat, orderly rows. Each of them is sorted into a shelf; happy...

Milky Mere Swimming through the milky mere, I found a seashell; Pearl to my eyes and silk to my fingertips, It effortlessly drew away the...

“How would you spend your Saturday?” While I had never given this question much thought before, CBS News’ Intelligence and National...