• Waiting by Marc Livanos

      Waiting   Remember our talks, mother and son.   I’d call, waiting for your southern twang,   You’d pause, listening to carefree thoughts.   The oft forgotten, happy-go-lucky son.   Told to drive at…

  • Sugar and Spice by Ashtyn Hankins

    Sugar and Spice Girls can be sweet yet somehow life is just plain confusing! Being “popular” is important. Maybe too important? I think popularity is wild like a forest and all the infamous kids are…

  • Mother Nature’s Destruction by Glenda Frazier

    Mother Natures’ Destruction    I marvel at the storms of Mother Nature with her raging winds and ocean waves, playing a game of chess with our lives.   She leaves her wrath of destruction like…

  • Real by Quali Hargrove

    Real   I am not unrealistic with none of my women. If they’re not with it, then let’s just forget it.   Relationships that slow me down, slow down the vision. Guess I’m not yet…

  • My Name by Jeremiah McPherson

    Jumps high extraordinary in history rocks sports energetic outside makes a lot of three pointers is a kind person awesome in sports hilarious in telling jokes Makes good eggs crafty at art Pretty cool at…

  • Cheerleading by Mykah McQueen

    Cheerleading   I love cheerleading. It makes me happy, feel good and is fun.  Cheerleading gives me something to do. But when they throw me up in the air, I am scared that they are…

  • Poetry by Akino Odom

    Milton has helped me a lot with my anger. So, I moved to Milton and played sports because it was the only thing that gets my mind off things. I’ve learned to let go a…

  • My Community, poetry by Angelique Taylor

    My Community Milton is very nice. People like to ride bikes, fly kites and act very nice.   Places here are neat and everyone acts sweet. I mean sometimes Milton’s boring but at least you…

  • Morning of Angels, poetry by Marc Livanos

    Morning of Angels   Did I feed my soul today, respect my body, find safe-haven, say my prayers?   Are my words to family members spoken, as if they are my last?   Then, I…

  • Basketball at Guy Thompson, poetry by Tommy Hilson

    Basketball at Guy Thompson   Every time I hit the Court, I focus on the prize. Others underestimate my skill and judge me by my size.   My speed is something like a blur –…