Sara Brown, “Impossible Dreams”
Impossible Dreams A doctor, an astronaut, the president of the United States, I want to be the the guard at the Golden Gates. Famous, rich, an inspiration, I want to change the world, change the Nation. To find a cure
Sara Brown, “Impossible Dreams”
Impossible Dreams A doctor, an astronaut, the president of the United States, I want to be the the guard at the Golden Gates. Famous, rich, an inspiration, I want to change the world, change the Nation. To find a cure
Caitlin Merrill, “I Am the Ocean, Blue as Can Be”
I am the ocean, blue as can be. Every morning, I wait for the sun to hit me perfectly while I rest and wait for the rest of the day to arrive peacefully. Two times a day I rise and
Caitlin Merrill, “I Am the Ocean, Blue as Can Be”
I am the ocean, blue as can be. Every morning, I wait for the sun to hit me perfectly while I rest and wait for the rest of the day to arrive peacefully. Two times a day I rise and
Postcards from Peaks Island
This fall, a group of sea-faring explorers ventured out to Peaks Island for the Telling Room’s “Postcards from Peaks” workshop. They took photos and then made postcards with the images. They sent the postcards off in the mail the same
Postcards from Peaks Island
This fall, a group of sea-faring explorers ventured out to Peaks Island for the Telling Room’s “Postcards from Peaks” workshop. They took photos and then made postcards with the images. They sent the postcards off in the mail the same
Aaron Lockman, “What to Bring? An Eerily Autobiographical Tale”
I knew that the end of the world was coming. But from the moment I found out, I resolved to be thoroughly cheerful about it. The only problem, I realized as I came down the stairs of my dad’s apartment,
Aaron Lockman, “What to Bring? An Eerily Autobiographical Tale”
I knew that the end of the world was coming. But from the moment I found out, I resolved to be thoroughly cheerful about it. The only problem, I realized as I came down the stairs of my dad’s apartment,
WordPlay and an Exquisite Corpse
We’ve been busy rebuilding the Wharf, and we’re excited to show off the great writing that’s come our way. After sorting through stories, poems, Word-Walk photos, Mad-Libs, drawings and essays, we have a great starting line-up of new posts for
WordPlay and an Exquisite Corpse
We’ve been busy rebuilding the Wharf, and we’re excited to show off the great writing that’s come our way. After sorting through stories, poems, Word-Walk photos, Mad-Libs, drawings and essays, we have a great starting line-up of new posts for
Taylor Turbide, “Pretending To Look Tough”
Every drawing has an author. Who says this drawing meant anything to this person? Maybe it was a plea for acceptance, maybe for trust. Just as much as every drawing has an author, it has a story. No one can
Taylor Turbide, “Pretending To Look Tough”
Every drawing has an author. Who says this drawing meant anything to this person? Maybe it was a plea for acceptance, maybe for trust. Just as much as every drawing has an author, it has a story. No one can
Hayley Huntress, “I Can Be Good In My Own Way”
“Look at me. No, really look at me. What do you see? Handle bars that are torn. A wet seat decorated in rips and wrinkles. A broken reflector. Two worn tires. Squeaky brakes. All covered in a nasty color that
Hayley Huntress, “I Can Be Good In My Own Way”
“Look at me. No, really look at me. What do you see? Handle bars that are torn. A wet seat decorated in rips and wrinkles. A broken reflector. Two worn tires. Squeaky brakes. All covered in a nasty color that
Gage Hawkes, “I Set My Mind Free”
I set my mind free let my imagination roam the only beasts in my thoughts are the fears the ones that grasp and disturb every clear image i’ve ever had they get stashed away hidden in the back of my
Gage Hawkes, “I Set My Mind Free”
I set my mind free let my imagination roam the only beasts in my thoughts are the fears the ones that grasp and disturb every clear image i’ve ever had they get stashed away hidden in the back of my
Erin Levasseur, “Lean Close and Look”
I stand and face the ocean. The cold sea air whips against my face and fills my nasal passages with its sweet nectar. I am alone in this world wondering what misfortunes are yet to come. My father raised me
Erin Levasseur, “Lean Close and Look”
I stand and face the ocean. The cold sea air whips against my face and fills my nasal passages with its sweet nectar. I am alone in this world wondering what misfortunes are yet to come. My father raised me
Brody Stofflet, “Grit and Wisdom”
Cross casted shadows falling on the stories of your face. Tales of the time when, you were young wrought with the fear of, what will I become? I remember the story running from your eye to your temple. You were
Brody Stofflet, “Grit and Wisdom”
Cross casted shadows falling on the stories of your face. Tales of the time when, you were young wrought with the fear of, what will I become? I remember the story running from your eye to your temple. You were
