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    The 2002Writers in the SchoolsAnthology

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    Pirate FingersThe 2002 Arkansas Writers in the Schools Anthology

    Pirate FingersThe fmger is a great piratewho sails the seven seas.He fires sea shells at the ports.The banner he flies on the flagpoleis the black flag with crossed fmgers.In the night he examines the greenknights very closely, whisperingto himself about the gold clotheshe would love to wear, while staringinto the transparent sea.The moon is bright and the flakesof his hair shine whenstruck by moonlight. He looks atthe clock, jumps into his raggedbed, wraps himself in the sheets,and spirals into sleep.Kraig Bowden

    2002 Anthology Editors: Tara Bray,Adam ClayCover Illustrations: Sean ChapmanAnthology Design and Layout: Tara Bray and Adam ClayTitle Poem: Kraig Bowden from Hamburg Junior HighFaculty Advisor: James WhiteheadSpecial Thanks: Sandy Longhorn

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    About This AnthologyThe Writers in the Schools Program is now in its 30th year. Overseen byProfessor Emeritus James Whitehead, led by co-directors Bethany Edstrom andTara Bray, and staffed by graduate students in the Programs in Creative Writing atthe University ofArkansas, the WITS program strives to encourage students touse sensory details to transform their ideas into well-crafted poetry and fiction.The poems and short stories in this collection represent the work of students inelementary, middle, and high schools all over Arkansas. We believe this anthologyto be our best ever. At some schools, students worked to create innovativemetaphors and similes to describe the ordinary objects around them. Other students wrote poems in the form of letters, and some created personas--other people through whose eyes the world of the poems are revealed. Some classes invented their own towns and populated them with interesting and unusual people, andat some schools, WITS staff encouraged students to write for the sheer joy of thelanguage, without any instructions except to combine words in interesting andunusual ways.Arkansas Writers in the Schools is grateful to all of the students we visited thisyear and to the teachers and administrators who worked with us to arrange thesevisits. Thanks also to those at the University ofArkansas who contributed timeand effort toward our program and to the production of this anthology, especiallyChad Andrews. We are grateful as well to the staff of Printing Services.To the best of our knowledge, this anthology consists entirely of student work.Our editors do correct spelling and some grammatical errors, but no other intentional changes have been made to the poems and stories in the production of thisanthology.We invite you to read and enjoy the work of these Arkansas students. If you havequestions or wish to know more about Arkansas Writers in the Schools, pleasecontact us at (479) 575-4301 or [email protected].

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    ContentsAngie Grant Elementary SchoolArch Ford Co-opArkansas City Elementary and Middle SchoolsArkansas City High SchoolAugusta Elementary SchoolBald Knob Middle SchoolBald Knob Middle School Return TripBay High SchoolBayou Meto Elementary SchoolBenton County Juvenile Detention CenterBenton Middle SchoolBlevins High SchoolBuffalo Island Central Elementary, East CampusBuffalo Island Central Elementary, West Campus

    Carlisle ElementaryCenterpoint High SchoolCentral Elementary School

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    Coleman Intermediate 43Cord-Charlotte High School 47Crittenden Arts Council

    Crawfordsville Elementary 49West Memphis High School 51Forrest City & Hughes High Schools 53Wonder Junior High 55West Junior High 57West Junior High Return Trip 59Marion Schools 61St. Michaels & West Christian 63

    Delta High School 65Dumas High School 67Dumas High School Return Trip 69Fouke Elementary School 71Grady High School 73Greenbrier Westside Elementary 75Hamburg Junior High 77Hamburg Junior High Return Trip 79

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    Highland Middle School 81Highland High School 85Howard Perin Elementary School 87Junction City Elementary School 89Upper Lakeside Elementary School 91Upper Lakeside Elementary Return Trip 92Lonoke Elementary School 95Magazine Elementary School 97Mammoth Spring Elementary School 99Mammoth Spring High School 101Mathias Elementary School 103Monticello Intermediate 105Norphlet Elementary School 107Oak Ridge Central High School 109Osceola Middle School 111Otter Creek Elementary School 113River Valley School District 115River Valley School District Return Trip 117Scranton High School 119

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    Smith Elementary SchoolStuttgart Junior HighWest Fork Middle School

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    Angie Grant Elementary SchoolBenton, ArkansasFaculty Contact: Karla Neathery

    Visiting Writers: Bethany Edstrom and Matt Henriksen

    The ViperThe red eyes on the viper are like firearound the sun. It slithers through the sandlike the soap slides through the sink.It stares at its prey like a rag dollwaits to be played with.Alex Stone

    The Purple Pebble

    My Flight to TexasI was in a flight to Texas. We lookedover the glimmering damstrying to decide if the pilot was a man.We saw an exquisite whirlpool.I had to stand up on a stool.The pilot passed New Orleans andBaton Rouge. Into Texas, past Austininto Dallas. I shall never forget allthe lively sights.Lauren Marshall

    If you find a purple pebble, you're the luckiest person in the world. A purple pebblecan bring you so much luck you'll want to keep it forever, but you can only keep it fora month. You better watch out because i f your pebble doesn't like what you named it,it will just magically grow legs and run away. Sometimes ifyou make it mad it willtear up your papers where you can never fix them. The best thing a pebble can bringyou is a new house. But remember--don't make it mad or 'Oh, no!' will come straightout of your mouth.Cami Coulon

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    Untitled

    The SurgeryWhen I had surgery a guyhad a light. It wasn't normal,it was a knife witha light on it. It sucked thingsout of me. It got out of mylung, luckily it let go. I feltlike an old man that hurt.Nick Cullum

    We were talking about concrete words and abstract words with Mr. Matt.Were you flying in a rocket to Mars to see if anything was up there?Were you driving to the bowling alley to bowl a couple of games?Were you jumping in a giant pile of mud that fell out of the sky?I am sorry you missed me. I am a Japanese fighter from allover the world and I came to see you but youweren't there so Matt helped me make a cool poem.Colby Hogue

    Dirt Bikes and BirdsDirt bikes are like birds. They jump off rampsinto the air, just like a bird does off a high wall.Their wheels are like a bird's feet, that waythey can run to get a good head start.Their handle bars are like wings and sometimesthey crash, jus t like a bird learning to fly.Their engine's roar is just like an eagle'svictory cry when it eats its fish that itcaught, on the fly.Chad Renfroe

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    Arch Ford Co-OpPlumerville, Arkansas

    Faculty Contact: Polly BakkerVisiting Writers: Tony Tost, Shannon Jonas,

    Anne Greenwood, Sandy LonghornTwilightOne frostbitten day, the muses wept for their king.The vaporless snake will hiss at midnight each night, for he has killed the king.The candle will glow at twilight, for that is her way of grieving.They all have their way of grieving, or celebrating,for the king was a good rival, and a just ruler.Jamie R. Lee

    Zapped Out of My Life ForeverThe seeds of a watermelon makesme think of your small, harsh, heart.You seem so dark, from a grayish color toblack.I feel that you carry a crowon your shoulder to caw every timeI make a mistake.Sometimes I just want to paintyour unhappiness with red lipstickand turn you into a happy person again.Why have you turned out this way?You're like a tornado that never stops.I wish you would sometimesjust vanish back into the skyso I can go on withmy spring-colored life.If I never get out of thisI will always be in the ring of flre.If nothing else works I'll justdig me a burrow and hide under it,cold and dry.Shea Lucy

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    Hey, Boy in the Backof the RoomHey, boy in the back of the room,why are you so silent?Your eyes are always so shallow.Is your mind gone to the meadows &mountains?You need to open up.Don't be so afraid.I'm here for you.I ' l l listen to you night and day.Hey, boy in the back of the room,talk to me.Ashley T.

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    Run Away Uncle0 Uncle, you make me so nervous.You make me want to rip off my earlobes.I will sing a song for you,then will you please leave.You can cross a mountain,or trek across a wide meadow.I would not care.But if you come here,then I will throw a kettle of water on you.You better run.Cover up with a curtainbecause you will burn,just like the smoke coming from a chimney.Fly away, like a swallow.Climb onto the thatch,but if you stay here,you will feel like an old muffler:hot, burning, falling apart.You better hope the weather turns cold,so you will have comfortwhen you run out.Run away Uncle,or pain will follow in suit.Brandon Murphy

    It Turns OutIt turns out the cats were in control all along.I should have seen it coming.

    The EndThe end will come like the flashof headlights from a caron a stained-glass window.In an instant it comesand in an instant it goes away.In the blink of an eyelashwe are gone. We may beeating our waffles or tyingour shoestrings. Our livesmay seem like the sap of a maple,slow and deliberate, butin reality it's like a pebbleskipping across a big pond.We eat sweet licorice,we pray in a pew, we watchants work harder thanwe ever will, we drink caffeine,and wave our flag. Yetin an instant those thingswe will never do again.In an instant, we'll go toa better place, where nothingelse matters, where we don'thave to polish our livesfor everybody else. In an instantwe will no longer stand onblack ice.Stephanie Bostic

    They're always prancing around with their noses up in the air.They always shed and knock things overbut never pick them up. They seem to enjoyseeing us bending over to pick up things,as if we were bowing down to them.Maria Etters

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    How Granny Got Her Groove BackThere was a time that Ithought about moving.This town I love so dearwas overrun by tie-dyed gypsies.These people rolled in Dear Scottin their "love vans" and beads.There was not a moral left,says Reverend Murphy.

    You remind me of the timeI squished a moth on my windowsilland green pus came out.

    These people tried to press Your whistle is as annoyingtheir outlook on good townsfolk.They even sold their jewelry

    as your milky white faceand your fat reminds me

    in front of Ethel's store.I decided to have a talkwith them myself.I loaded Fifi up in the

    of chain-links that you can't get rid of.Your life is like the twilight,goofy and dumb.

    Buick and headed toward their camp.These people were groovin'

    Nicholas Jonesand I liked it.The hippies got kicked out,but I soon followed, trippin'all the way.Jared Stewart

    Dating in MorriltonThe way you look at Morrilton's beauty at night,and ask me to get you a zebra shirt for Christmas.You always love to splash into deep puddles:that gets on my nerves like a small mousecrunching away on a cracker.You say, "Hey, do you want to go dance jazzand drink juice?" That's fine with mebut don't give me a hard, back-aching push.You need to get going before we turn intoa big, fat, orange pumpkin.It looks like the world could be eaten.Brittany Zimmerman

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    Elimination DanceAll those who have prowled fromthe dead and seen their gravestones.

    Those who become beasts at twilightwhen visiting the jungle.Those who emerge from slimy bathsin all of their greenness.Those who live in their bitter fairy taleand never know that they are missing real life .Those who demolish their sycamoretrees because they dislike words that begin with S.Those who eat llama andiguana tongues and drink dew.Those who have braided monkey armorinto rainbows.Those who promise sleepy beaststhat they will climb the hill and be smelly.

    Those who know nothing about beingsingle but speak about it anyway.Those whose boots are made of butterflieswho have lived in the stomach of an alligator.Brianna Turner

    Gusts of Golden VancouverThe streets of Vancouver are made of unfurled kisses.All of the people have bodies dripping with muscles.Milk from the moon falls like honey from a hive.Feet gliding across what seems to be crushed egg shells are heard.Vancouver dreams of golden pianos that never cease.Lora Jennings

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    Arkansas City Elementary and MiddleSchoolsArkansas City, ArkansasPrimary Faculty Contact: Diane Oliver

    Visiting Writers: Anne Greenwood and Gabrielle ldlet

    UntitledListen to the crickets chirpingI t sounds like a hundred birdssingingWhen it is hot they chirp so fastI can not sleepAmber Fletcher

    The First Thing I SawMowed grass is the first thing I sawWhen I came to Arkansas City.18 wheelers going by, blue jaysflying. Neons going by, buckshotmud sinking in.James Farris

    Because Hide-and-Seek

    First Page of My Animal Book

    I will play hide-and-seekBecause it will be tickle-lessBecause it is a silence thingBecause it is fun doing it at nightBecause it is a rest'sThing to do.

    Robins fly like the blowing wind.Mockingbirdsmocking the crowing of the crows.Chickens gobblingvery loud. Red tailed hawks' claws glisten in thesun light. Peregrin falcons flap as fast asrain dropsfall.Cody Forrenberry

    Jamie Glover

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    CrawdadI will crawl in the water andpinch everything in my path. I willtry not to get caught in a net so nobody will catch me.Robert Lampkin

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    The next two poems are based on a news item in Arkansas City: The school purchased a podi-um from the State o fArkansas, which had receivedfurniturefrom the US. government as partofa sort of ederal yard sale. The Arkansas City School principal was quickly alerted that therehad been a mistake, and the podium was actually ofgreat historical significance, since it wasthe one used by President George W Bush to deliver his initial September II th responsespeech. The podium was then put in protective custody behind several room dividers in thecomputer lab to await transport back to Washington. We asked the kids to write a persona poemfrom the point of view of he podium.

    The HappiestThe podium believesThat a womanShould have romanceIn her life on her 30th birthdayOr a glinting starWith love for youAnd your mother

    Adrieiana Bailey

    A Missing Spot in my Heart

    A Poem about EverythingThe podium is blueand plays violin.The podium has albumson it. The podium sleepsand dreamsabout buffaloand looks at the starsand wishes to go away from here.James Farris

    I walk past some of the best dumpsters in town. Today my tail is tucked down. I trot in theroad, my tongue hanging out. "Get out of the road, Mutt!" a beer truck driver shouts. I walkaround, unwanted, unloved. Like I won't get help from the Guy Up Above. My coat is alldingy, my fur all matted. I wish that girl would come and pat it. Hey, here she comes! She'staking me home. Now, I'll never be alone.Kayla Bryant

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    Arkansas City High SchoolArkansas City, ArkansasPrimary Faculty Contact: Tonda Powell

    Visiting Writers: Tara Bray and Bethany Edstrom

    The Broken FaceThe broken face of bin Laden.The weather of the night was windy and coldand bin Laden said, "I need a face."Nobody notices when you are aloneand the place of your face is missing.North of my neck was missing because the ghostof Venus had chopped it from its place.Bin Laden was a very old and sick manwho had no face all because of the place where hearrived. It was the night ofHalloween and the midnightmoon had come out from behind the trees.The color of the night was scary and the placeof the face was missing. And that colorwas black in the face of bin Laden.LaQuita Hampton

    No MoreSarah is sitting there writing,writing in the desert.Sarah believes her writing is unimportant,though her writing comes to her like sharp teeth.The black state of her mind was quickly darkening.Suddenly a desert wind is like birds singing.Her pen blazes around on her paper.With her beauty mark on her top lip she thinks.Jessica Taylor

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    Seeing and HearingMoss and leaveschilling noisesat the dawning of the sunBlue tire marks at the end of thestreetPeople in fast cars driving byslowly in the hailthat is denting parked carsthat are parked between the starsPeople walking down the roadwithblue smut on their clothesfrom working in the mine.Singing angels with halosover their headssinging Christmas songsin the sweet blue fog.Venita Thompson

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    My MemoriesMy grandparents'house is like a box of memories

    'things you never want to forget,like the brown pianothat sits in the comer. I rememberas a little girl I used to loveto push keys on the piano.The candleson the table that look like dollsmy sister and I used to play with.The family pictureson the televisionthat keep growing by the day. The glass bowlon the table that used to be full of candy.The red stainon the kitchen floor that has been there eversince I can remember.The Malcolm X picturethat has been on the wall for years.LaToya Farmer

    Food ChainThe movement of snakesunder the leavesleft a long curly pathway for blazing antscarrying a lifeless preying mantis.The little rodents scurried aroundfor small nuts and snacks,being watched by a cunning eagle.And there in the shadowsan observing human watches over all,hoping someone is watching over him.Kimberly Allen

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    I Don't Got No TitleSee the teachers afraid of speed,the swimmers laughing at nicknames.Soldiers' guns hitting the walls. Kidssaying what door do I go through?Monkeystapdancing on the table.Kawanna Wise

    The ShadowAs black as stone the shapelessshadow moves through the grass.The dark flows on itself. Bones mournand the dead don't hurry.The grass is full of itself but the windgives me scales. The east rusheswest--remember the waterbecause yesterday has a long look.Trixy comes and Trixy goes but the littlered cat swims straight down the stream.The little green cat with the pale greenbody was unthrilling.Garlandia Wise

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    Augusta ElementaryAugusta, ArkansasPrimary Faculty Contact: John JamesVisiting Writers: Bobby Ampezzan and Bill Notter

    A ClockOh no; Oh no I neverget sleep my hands are alwaysmoving constantly, round and roundthere they go. If I had feetI'd walk to my Garden ofWoe.

    Amanda Utley

    Things I SawI saw grass turning a yellow color.I smelled BarBque squirrel. I sawflowers. The smell of fresh air in thehot sun. I also saw people playing. Peoplegetting into man-eating swimming pools.I saw people using evil sucking fans.

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    TreesThe winter trees were dying.The life was just sucked out of them.The trees were laughing out white blood.Then the trees fled awayfrom the thrashing night ofwinter.Kaleb Jones

    KristiI'm Kristi Yamaguchi,I hate the icy cold.I hate the endless practice,I hate to have to go.I hate the winter time, butI skate day in, day out.I wish I could just leave here.I'm looking for a scout.No one would dare believe me,Except, maybe, for you.I'm standing in the middle,My lips are turning blue!I'm sorry I must leave you,I really must retire.I hate to hurt those peoplewhom I most admire.Today is the championship!I made it all the way!I'm sorry I must leave you.I guess I lost today.Becky Gibson

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    RiverAm I just a river laying down in mybedor am I a plaything for fishes andbears?Do people love me oram I just there for peopleto harm me with polluted air?When I flood, do I hurt anybodyor do I just destroy their homesand beds? I wish I was alivewith a shiny red heartinstead of hurting and killing thingsbecause I don't have a heart.Hillary Osier

    Postcard from the VolcanoDear tourist,Don 't try to climb up meI am not a mountain I haveboiling hot magma. I amready to pour out or justtip myself right over.

    I am very angry I am aboutto explode, I told you, lookout below. I lost my temperI am so sorry just don ' tclimb up me. from the VolcanoAmanda Utley

    Fairly Odd ParentsI am the Crimson Chin and my sidekickis Cleft the Boy Chin Wonder but wait Cleftsaid isn't that the Bronze Kneecap steppingon the Chinsinatti town statue? Yes saidCrimson Chin let's go get him.O.K. Cleft you use your magical handto bust the Kneecap and I' 11 use my chinI said. Then Cleft used his powersto bust the kneecap and I used my big chinand smacked him right between the eyesand the Bronze Kneecap fell in jail and Cleftwas about to wish himself out but wait...to be continued.Anonymous

    SadnessI feel sad when it rainsrain is the weightthat pounds the earthcreating pain.When I'm sadI feel sorry for everything I've done.The rain is deep and darklike the river in the park.I tie the rope and metal ball to my legI throw mysel f into the river of rainthe center of pain.DavidDawson

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    Bald Knob Middle SchoolBald Knob, ArkansasFaculty Contact: Ken Blanton

    Vis iting Writers: Sandy Longhorn and Anne Greenwood

    All Sortsflowers which have early bloomants who live in a lockrules that have yet to be brokentigers that die in the seathings which are being inventedBryant Dugger

    The Great Fear of KandarThe streets of Kandar are madeof sheer fear. The night watchersprotrude from hiding with the bears.The wind comes with howling sounds.The hatred of the city is so great,many fear to go near. When it stormsit rains great flames. With the howling windcomes great fear from Kandar.Mark Borden

    Elimination DanceAnyone who has heard echoes they could not explainAnyone whose shoe taps at the cheese carnival in GermanyAnyone who has dreamed of never returning to our time on EarthAnyone who the light capturedAnyone whose ink has ruined their best mohair sweaterAnyone who night flies have watched over their well beingAnyone who the black of night helps believeAnyone who the coast washed awayAnyone who has walked into another realmAnyone who has washed their hands in bloodAnyone who has looked at the beyond and dreamed of a new beginningAnyone who glowed at nightElizabeth Rash

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    Take AwayAll people that hope the flame on a candle will start a fireAll people who jump off a bridge trying to reach the moonAll people who drink ink and hope that it will stormParents that yell at you for opening the door on a cold nightBoys that break their bones on purpose so people will feel sorry for themGirls that take a bath with grease-soaked ragsLittle children who stand outside in the night with their mouths opening hopingto catch bugs.Amy Spence

    Elimination Round

    Field DestroyersThe John Deere 1750 combine went through fieldsof roses and echoed like a train in the wind.It sounded like rumbling cattle.The horse was running the combine.The combine dreams about the farmhouse and the fields.The magenta roses look so pretty scattered on the combine.The tractor thinks it can rise above cattle.Daniel Bailey

    People that munch on notes. That stand palein Sanzeno. People at the comer in October.People that bungie jump off a cliff's edge. Peoplethat sit by a cold fire. Women that bottleskin. Girls that storm houses.Jonathon Basinger

    Very Round Buildingthe Pentagon flames like a coin facethe walls are mad threadand beauty blankets itthe tangled women stress a lot about what the building \\ants to beit wants to be a beauty markhumans and people come out of herethe upright flowers stand glossy around itthe eye with the face on it stands for flamesOdell Merchant

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    Bald Knob Middle School Return TripBald Knob, Arkansas

    Faculty Contact: Ken BlantonVisiting Writers: Sandy Longhorn and Anne Greenwood

    Big -0-BugToday we killed the biggest bug in the worldIt was as big as a fat walrus. His skullbroke with a bone crushing sound. Scrapsof him leaked out of his shelllike a crumbling waterfall.Evon Butler

    Elvis Presley,Why, why, why did you dancelike that? Wh) did you dancelike a fox on fire?Tyler WesternI danced like that for theliking of music. It made me feel likea beast in the spotlight.Tyler Western

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    The Bad Desertthe desert sits ina large hot pinklazyboy recliner.the desert smells likea swamp full of pines.the desert sounds likean axe chopping bones.the desert has an adobeon the sun.the desert claws rutsin the wind.Bryan Spears

    Babe RuthDear Babe,How did you hit that many homeruns? from MattDear Matt,I hit so many because I wasas bitter as a bawling beast and Iheld my rambling tongue.

    from BabeMatt Cross

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    The Ugly BugToday we killed the biggest bug in the world.His skin was as rough as a tree's bark.His eyes were the color of milk.His legs were as cold as ice.Miranda Wa

    Sorry ParadiseI was waiting at the startof an ax-cut road

    The Crazy Womanand Her SadnessAs I was walking down thesun-lit coast, I happened to pass

    for a woman with not a lot ofmoney.I saw her walking in the ruts

    a helpless looking lady. She had asad and feeble look to her state unseenself. In her left hand she was holdingthe skull of a pelican. She kept onhelplessly repeating "we're so pretty"over and over hysterically. When wemte eyes, she dropped the skull with

    of a maple swamp.Her eyes were on fire.She stopped and askedwhere is a farm house.I walked her to the edgeof a grassy fieldwhere the farm house was.Then she ran to her children.When she caught them, theyall blew away in the wind.Justin Stanphill

    Blue Moon

    a clatter and ran toward the sand-bars .I felt extremely sorry for her whenI thought about the pelican becauseI had one sprouting wing when he died.Alyssa Gordon

    The secret life of the moon crackles the sticky green paper.It hunts down the divided onion and eats the stew.Its tears limp down the translucent roof windows.The wandering blue moon wafts in the night.The herbal knife goes down the dark blue moon's throat.The moon rains down ebony creek.A scolded Denver sleeps in the midnight.J T Williams

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    Bay High SchoolBay, ArkansasPrimary Faculty Contact: Susan Vestal

    Visiting Writers: Laura Gray and Hardin YoungAdviceThanksfor the xraysset bonescastsstitchesbandagesand the adviceand precautionsthat I never heeded.Michael Nix

    Building with Broken WindowsA building with broken windowsDoesn't appeal to the neighborsIt lives beside.The wind blows throughThe cracks at night.The cats claw at the doors.How can anyone keep a buildingHere so long?The rain makes a thirsty stinkAnd the garbage was never taken out.Kids come here to test their courage.With the building with broken windowsLooming before them.Jessica Thompson

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    Cemetary of HopeBelow the groundLie dead hopes.Buried for miles and miles,Hidden from all sight.Rain.Never to be seen again.Pushed from your brainNo hope livesIt's under the groundRain.Far away, a single leafRises in the desert.After years of banishmentHope lives.Rain.Rachel Michelle Doyle

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    BayPop. 1,800 UntitledCity hall in front of a water towerTelephone tower I'm sitting all to my lonesome

    Looking out to hear votces CI)But all I see is bars and a wallThe smell is horrible

    Shake shop2 car washesgas stationbaseball fields Along with the touch of the metal.murdersfarming fields Byron Fouchalrailroad tracksthe smell of decomposing cotton hullscotton ginantique shop1 car dealershipfull crop defoliantsounds of cropdustersBlake Ferguson

    The House of PainThis place is called the house of painBut it doesn't seem hurtful.People everywhere are jumping around, jumping around.Everyone is singing and dancing, except one.One man sits in the comer, in the shadows,Loathing the cheery place and all the speedy songs.He wishes they would stop.The} don't.Josh Moore

    5 Ways of Looking at the Train1. Waking in the middle of the night hearing the train.2. I stand patiently waiting for the train to pass.3. Squeezing sharply on the track the train comes to a complete halt.4. Inside my house, the floors vibrate, the train is passing by.5. Shining brilliantly the graffitti stands out, the train has been tagged.Stacy Langford

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    Bayou Meto ElementaryJacksonville, ArkansasPrimary Contact: Kathy Church

    Visiting Writers: Sean Chapman and Hardin YoungRecipe for Math

    Six Ways of Looking at a Heart Make half a1) A heart

    hasblood.

    2) The heart won'tfunction withouta body.

    3) A heart ishooked onatree twig.

    4) The heart floatswhile aratrides on top.

    5) A snake haspopped outofthe heart.

    6) You could hearthe heartpumpin the water.

    Zachary Douglas

    cup of numbersThen add someplusses and somesubtracting andmultiplying a cup ofdividing. Then mixthem up in two cupsof paper in the potThen put one cup of tablein the pot andThen you will havea recipe for math.Amber Osborne

    As I Rode to SchoolWhen the yellow busrolled to a stopThree raccoons ran across the roadThe distant honking of a carhung in the airTwo white puppies played in the yardAs we came to the schoolwe could hearkids laughingdogs barkingand a very sorrowfulsong of a child.Tara Taykowski

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    -----------------------------Five Ways of Making a Wish1) Look at a star and wish as hard as you can.2) Every kid makes a wish.3) A kid completes a wish. A wish completes a kid.4) Someone sneezes twice. Someone must be

    making a wish.5) Some wishes come true. Some don' t.

    GhostI hear noisesLouder

    Amanda Hood

    I go where they are coming fromMy windowI edge nearerI lookThe night sk-y shows brightful colorsI look out the windowI see a white girl next doorShe staresA baby blue sweater with a golden letter shewearsI ler pink skirt sways with the windStraw hair falls down her faceShe disappearsI am sure she said one wordIIi

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    Horses in the WildYou see the horsesin the wildrunnmg.The mareflying in the air,hoofstrotting the groundthrough the darkpasture.Taylor Witcher

    The BarnThe red bamis goneIt's eight littlewindow itsblue floorsand stairsIt'sGoneGoneanonymous

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    Benton County Juvenile Detention CenterBentonville, ArkansasPrimary Contact: Karen Clark

    Visiting Wri ters : Tony Tost and Adam ClayThe World EndsWhen the world finally ends,The smoke will rise above us,The fires glowing really bright,A flash of light blinds our eyes,As we walk across the rows of torsos,We come up to a house of flesh,All is pink from the engines exploding,The goldfish jump from their bowlsOnly to get singed and diminish into flames,On TV the military begs for help,And I sit back on the only patch of grass leftAnd watch the world finally end.Josh

    Upside DownLast night, I slept in a microwave oven.My girlfriend told me to do it.In a dream, I heard a snake saywhat's up to me.I was in a tunnel under China hiding.Ivan's grandma driving a shinycorvette 90 m.p.h.I curled my hand around the world.I heard a crying child lost in a dark forest.My girlfriend walks on her head at night.Robert

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    You Don't Know WhatYou Have Til You Lose ItMy brother and I returned homeOur women fixed supperOur women poured us milkOur women pulled out apple-coresOur women cut our hairOur women drew our bathOur women set out our clothesOur women became sickOur women became deadNow we have no womenNow it's just my brother and ISo let's see if we can surviveCali

    BobMy name is Bob,I have a matchbox,I look at the sun,I turn into a piece of paper,The sun goes downI begin to twist and tum,I have a match,I bum and then fly awaywith the dust.Taylor

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    UntitledThis folded debilitated looking beach ball appears to havebeen neon greenand as I am staring at this ball a book erupts likethunder and I am frightenedmy face looks like a cat that has been run overby a Mack truckand as I look around it appears that nobody elsenoticed the boom.I then try to explain to others about the sound butthey quickly dismiss me because of the lie I told afew years back.Then I hear a swoo-swoo-swoo sound comingfrom the ball.Then a 3 pound gray, flying squirrel with two pecansin its mouth sprang from the balland broke my mom's favorite red and green orientallamp.Justin

    Untitledblue atticI want lesssparkfat lipsbones allowflowers are all fangsmidnightnever possessedmetal and slamming doorslost in the darkno sound.Antonio

    My Mind is Like a ChildMy mind is like a child in an old abandoned houseeating plums out of the plum treesopening and slarnrning doorshiding under beds listening to the cries of spiderstrying on old wardrobes and golden jewelrypeeking into the black attic and listening to theghosts gossip about the witch with a rotten stick.Then running down the stairs in a flashand looking out yonder window wonderingwhat lies on the horizon.Michael

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    Benton Middle SchoolBenton, Arkansas

    Faculty Contact: Polly CaldwellVisiting Writers: Bobby Ampezzan and Gabrielle ldlet

    Dead or Alive?The field is large, green and deadly. Every now and then you can hear the squeal of a raccoonbeing eaten by a hideous monster. The smell of rotting flesh is almost unbearable. You cansmell the death and hatred that hangs over it.Stupid freak egg could not be touched by a giant saucepan or he would die because that is hisfatal weakness. So, he makes up for it by jumping up and down. I met him when I was in ashoving-your-feet-down-your-throat contest, and of course I won because that is my superpower. By the way my name is Jack.After we met he told me he needed help with a case that was on his hard-boiled hands. Thenwe had a long argument about him being an egg or not. Finally, he convinced me that he wasn' t an egg. Then suddenly the world was blown up by a big nuclear bomb.Jordan Krebs

    Excerpt from the Captain's Log of Sea ScourgeI hear the waves crashing against the sides of the Sea Scourge. I smell the salt in the air.

    I think it tastes like a salt lick. End log.I'm scarlet the wild, Cap'n of Sea Scourge. Daughter of Grayfur the Mace. Today we'reen route to Skull Island in the far northeast ice seas."Hoist the sails!" yelled Scarlet."Aye Cap'n," replied Oak Leg, the petty officer."Swab the Poop Deck!" ordered the captain."Aye, aye," replied Patch Eye the cabin rat.

    Michael DiCiceo

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    The BathroomThe bathroom, not a place you would want to live, right? Smelly, small, not so good. There 's abig puddle of soap and shampoo behind the toilet. And behind the towel rack there is a rippedpiece ofwallpaper, a very big piece ofwallpaper. The only good parts are the hidden snacksunder the sink and in the shower. And of course you can take care of hygene problems.

    Fuzzy, what to say about Fuzzy. He's a little odd. He's twenty years old, and he collects pocket lint. If you pour ketchup or mustard on his feet, he will die. He still doesn't havehis driver's license, and he believes in the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus, and the Tooth Fairy. Helives in my bathroom with me, Bob Franchucker. (He still won't tell me his last name.) I havethe coolest superpower ever: I can play the piano with my toes!One day I asked Fuzzy, "Fuzzy, do you have any superpowers?" He said, "No, whywould I? Don't answer that." At the time I thought he might be lying. So anyway, we wereokay in the bathroom. But one day, we got sucked down the toilet into a black hole. Stuff wascrashing all around us. We were terrified. When it fmally stopped, there were aliens surrounding us. We found out that we had landed on planet Fred. Fuzzy used everything he had todefeat the aliens. I even tried playing the piano with my toes, but it didn't work. We werestuck there for ten scary years and we missed our bathroom terribly.

    But then Fuzzy gained a superpower. He knocked out all the aliens with his black beltKarate moves. We were able to get back to the bathroom. It still smelled, but we had oursnacks, we were fme. That' s what happened to me and Fuzzy (who still won' t tell me his lastname!)Meagan Landreth

    HatchetFar, far back in the woods behind a house where the blood-red pond sat with many hon

    eysuckles surrounding it, anything is possible.Hatchet, more formally known as Machete, lives in a great big house on the hill in thecemetery.One day, when Hatchet was exploring the woods behind his house, he was dodgingtrees, jumping limbs, and nearly falling in the creek, Hatchet slid and fell. He fell against a treewith many huge thorns. The thorns were slightly poisonous in the tips. One jutted into hisside, and he took one to his palm. It hit a vein and blood was everywhere, on his clothes andthe tree.His finger immediately started swelling. His stomach then began to ache and his handstung. It was as if someone stabbed him.Ryan Hawkins

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    Blevins High SchoolBlevins, ArkansasFaculty Contact: Joe Kell

    Visiting Writers: Bethany Edstrom and Starla Wallick

    My GirlfriendI like to talk to my mailbox. She is my windowto the world. I hear stories about soldiersand skyscrapers. Scary stories and funny stories.One time I took my mailbox to a camp,but there she didn't talk to me. I was deeply wounded.Maybe it was because I brought her in the trunkof my car. Maybe she didn't like other people.I guess that's what it is. She only talks to me,narrow minded! I even had to put my name on herso nobody canse can talk with her. But I lovemy mailbox, standing alone on the sidewalkonly talking to me.George Koessler

    Insects Love Music

    I like insects. They're little and pretty.You can hear a rabbit sound when you're by a pondfilled with a handful of frogs.People think they are slick, but insects know.When music plays, it flows with beautiful sounds.Did you ever think animals love musci too?I don't know how the frog got his salty voice.When I turn and walked away from the pond, the frogs got louder and louderand more beautiful.Well, I saw animals when music played. I t just soundslike they love music. I don't know if it sounds like silver orthe air blowing entire faces.Christopher Daniel

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    My Open Window0 live green with my name imprinted on the sideIts place is on the cement sidewalk next to the flower bedI live most ofmy life in itIt's a suitcase holding all of my dreams and desiresLong summer days have been spent rocking back and forthWe go everywhere togetherWe dream of far away places that seem so closeMy rocking chair is my open window to dreamNikki Guarisco Forever

    The Earth woke up with a great yawningas the Sears tower poiked through cloud

    after cloud.The bass bounced and thrashed throughLake Erie.They were on the way to the Pacific Ocean.

    Children ran and played in their t-shirtsand cut of shorts,riding their wobbly bikes down the road.

    This was a beautiful day under

    Stephanie Ayoob

    The Future of Earth Seen Through a Crystal Globe on a Tableblue scars bearing navy,ancient green lands slowly dying,shallow swamplands as organized ambush points,deserted deserts home to nuclear weapons,armies marching to war over hill and mountain, ditch and trench,swarms of men and trained animals fighting every where,death to all, all doomed to die,

    the glistening sun.

    the only sounds, the sounds of the click of emptied tuns and the clatters of war,all have a slim chance of survival,this is the bleak furture of planet Earth seen through a crystal globecarelessly set on a table.Stephen Lucero

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    Buffalo Island Central ElementaryEast CampusLeachville, ArkansasFaculty Contact: Mari Hayden

    Visiting Writers: Tony Tost and Hardin Young

    The Last Day of WinterThe snow man is meltingmy good old friend,the staircase is not frozenno need to murmurthe hunger has endedand so has thesleepingGet up.. .Get up.. .You lazy animalsSpring is around the comerAna Meza

    Six Ways of Looking at a Dog1) Mean and intelligent like a child learning2) The moon is gone, the dog must be hiding3) The black bird is missing, the dog must have killed it4) The garden is messed up, the dog must be digging5) The baby is crying, the dog must have took it6) The man next door has a tooth stuck in his leg,the dog must be cryingShelby Cagle

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    Large Red Man ReadingThe room wasdark exceptfor theorange firethe clockshiningthe childrenday dreamedof the meaninglessstory as thelarge red manread about thered and black checkerstheir toothy ridgesand their places to go

    Aaron Cagle

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    Your Mom1) Your mom is sitting on the couchsewing2) two eyes watching her3) among the dark empty bedroomsof our house a black Rotteweilerclav. ing the cushions off the bed.Dalton Womack

    A Postcard for a Lost FriendThe sky is bluearound the carousel there are puffywhite tulipsmy brother laughs like a chickenyou've got it badit is very cold and sometimes snowsThe sky is a biG mud puddle ona rainy dayThe wind is blowingThe blackbird flew into the sideof the house.Ashley Posey

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    Large Red Man ReadingI saw a large redman readinga bookthe book was fullofmeaningless wordslike a toothlessCaptain Hookhis bootsweregreen and pinkand a maggotin hishairhis spouse's namewas Checkerwho loved allhaunted beastlydreamsthen the large redman finishedthe bookabout a silly soundingCaptain Hook.Blake Feagin

    PlainsIn the grassy plains ofAfricathe air was hot and drysweat dripping off foreheads was coldhyenas were howlingShelby Penex

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    Buffalo Island Central ElementaryWest Campus

    Monette, ArkansasFaculty Contact: Kima Andrews

    Visiting Writers: Bobby Ampezzan and Shannon Jonas

    Sinister StampedeBulls are running into peoplefeet are stomping everywhereBulls spit in your mouthtie-dyed rhinocerous snortingHairy apes jumping and screaming.Charlye Rossy

    Love

    Principal in a Crater Meeting an AlienShe gets sucked in a large blue crater.And she's hoping that the alien won't eat her.She runs really fast into a small green spaceship. The aliens said good job, come to me now.Brittany

    Love is like your mom when you're getting in troublebecause you threw a heavy rock throughyour neighbor's window. Love is like the timeyou fell and cut your knee and your dad caredenough to help you up and give you a band-aidthat had a green snake on it.Michael

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    How to Know for Sure Some Girls Are UglyHow do l know for sure some girls are ugly?'Cause ifyou look at them you'll fall.Another thing is there are freckles.You know how girls are ugly becausethey have hair long as a river.Blake Sebesta

    How to Know for Sure You 're SafeIf your windows are locked,And your door is shut,You're in the attic,And your parents are in the livingroom.Lindsay Rice

    Doomsday

    Easter Bunny is BadThe easter bunny is badbecause he hops around onhis legs throwing eggs at us.We humans, we will getthat lily-livered, yellow-bellyed,son of a one-eyed prairie dog.The easter bunny let us down,but now we will put him down.Attend hut! March! March! March!We are in the army now. Let's go.We are brave soldiers. We willtake him to court. We willwin and take him to jail.Michael P

    On Doomsday the Easter Bunny gave me Christmas presents.He said, "Look outside. There's a herd of beatles."He said, "April Fools." Then it started snowing.Then the sun started to shine like eggs in a frying pan.Jimi Lee Copeland

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    Carlisle ElementaryCarlisle, ArkansasFaculty Contact: Carolyn MartinVisiting Writers: Bill Notter and Bobby Ampezzan

    United StatesYou search and search;you can't find thatlast piece. Finally youfind it. It fits perfectlyinto the puzzle. Everythingtouches and fits When) ou are done you eatcornflakes. The milk coversall the cornflakes exceptone. It has a differentshape. The milk around itfills the shape. Underthe milk you knowthere are other cornflakesafter you drink all themilk there 1s land.Julie Inman

    Dinnertime Falling for Laura Bush!Laura Bush is fallingfor dinnertime becauseshe thinks it smells sodelic10us. Dmnertime is fallingfor Laura Bush because shehas red hair hke the colorof its sauce on the noodles.Heather Strickland

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    AngerAnger is like eating a bowlof cereal only to findout your dog licked it.Anger is like riding yourbike a mile and then poppingyour tire.Anger is like hearinga violin screech in yourear.Anger is lighting a fire-work and finding out it's adud.Nicholas Harris

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    How to TintinabulateTo tintinabulate, you firstneed to put on a pair of rubberboots and a rain coat. Thenyou need to fill the bathtubfull with bubblebath that smellslike tomatoes and jump in.Make sure that you don't usesoap but redwood oak that lookslike a duck. When you are donewashing, use the prickleberryshampoo that sounds like someonelaughing. Rinse well. When youare done, drain the water, shakeoff like a Lab, and snort. Takea deep breath and relax. Youhave just tintinabulated.Sara Turner

    Drums of RainThe drum is our big windowpane!The drumsticks are the drops of rain!"Rat-a-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-tat! Boom!"The snare drums are the raindropsThat rattle in the room;The thunder is the big, round drumThat says, "Boom! Boom!"We're happy when a rainstorm comes,Because it brings the drums,The Drums!Justin Turner

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    Ice CreamSeven bowls of ice cream,Sitting on the lawn mower,They like the cut grass.Joe Turner

    Man in the MoonThe moon is a big ballwith a face. He only comes out atnight because the day was alreadytaken.Andrea Reid

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    Centerpoint High SchoolGlenwood, Arkansas

    Faculty Contact: Lawanda BrightVisiting Writers: James Katowich and Tony TostAmerican LifeA hissing turbinerattlesnakes matted under a lawn mowerglistening in the sun like a blue bird hovering in the airAmanda Porter

    Hitler's CombHitler kept a black comb at all times.This comb was small.He would tuck this comb into his beltafter he finished his hair.The comb had pieces of lint and dryscalp woven into the bristles.He would gently polish the combafter every use.The comb kept his hair looking likeglistening velvet.Catherine Daniels

    ConfusedThe man lay silently in the cold wood cabin.Barefoot and shivering he slowly drifted off.He suddenly was in a large steeple.Nobody beside him,only the sound of grackles in the distance.Walking outside, he saw himself.Holly Forga

    Mirror, Window, EggbeaterI look at the image of a girl in the mirror.A painting ofmyself alone, almost in fear.I dream of being on a balcony undetected.Then my sights come back to my reflection.My halo lost.Somewhere a monk cries for my death.Joanna Betts

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    UntitledWe have been on frozen ground, wheretrembling bodies laythrough salty waters wherethe fresh dew sat.We have felt the air on cloudydays, revived in glistening sun.We have been with him in autumn,in his study, by candlelight.We did it all to end upin a wood-smoke filled frreplace.Ben Artman

    Silk FlowerFeels leatheryweathered and oldlike a wisened old womanonce beautiful but now drabthrough the spider web of timethe chain of disappointmentthe petals brown and crackedlike leaves crunching in autumnthe stem is coldartificialrusted and wornlike I will be one dayAdriane Johnson

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    My Daughter's PromShe comes down a spiral staircaseRed velvet dressglistening in the spot lightserect like a ice sculptureAmanda Porter

    Dirty Towels"The dirty towel on the bathroom floor."How should I say this?Could I say it lookedas if a butcher's handhad been cut and wrappedtightly within it.The taste of a pacifier andthe feather's of a bluejay. The normalness of itsold emerald color wasnow stained. For nowit looked like a patrioticking would wear thisas a cape the color ofred velvet blood. But adirty towel? Would thatbe fit for this patrioticking?Shauna Cogburn

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    Central ElementaryCabot, ArkansasFaculty Contact: Leara Beth Carmichael

    Visiting Writers: Steve Ewing and Sean ChapmanCat StyleI'm walking onfour feet I havefur. I don't knowwhat I am. Iplay with stringsand I eat mice.I jump and playwith my master.I hear her nameis Lindsey andmy name is Snow.We get along realwell but her bigbro spanks me'When I hop onthe table.I have two greatfriends that lookjust like me. Theirnames are Vinny andJulio. They're way fluffier thanme . They're a beautytoo. I hear I'm smallerthan them but Ithink I'm older.Lindsey Lockridge

    Duck HuntingThe shells sound likecannons being shot. They smelllike gas. The air warm, but

    The Big FightIt's 12:00 timefor recess. I sat uponthe monkey bars.I see a fight. I don'tknow if I should tell.I watch them pummeleach other as I sit Iwonder why they'refighting. Their reason.Violence neversolves anythingso why fight unlessit's for your rights.The sound of the boysfighting sounds like aairplane crashing. Itsmells like wild onions.I wonder why theyfight there. They couldfight anywhere. Ihear the whistle blow.Why go out if you'regoing back in I wonder.Charles Alexander

    I'm cold. Pass me a shell. We got onetwo, three, sixteen. Quiet, there's some more.Drew Hulett

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    Winter at HomeInsideWhen I wake upI put on my warmpants.And I put on threecozy shirts.I run downstairs I cansmell the sweetoatmeal.My momsays if1eat myoatmeal,it willmakemeallwarminside.Jacob Glover

    Underground

    Outside

    It's very coldoutside.You canseethe snow flowfall out ofthe skyyou seethe snowmen childrenhave builtI'm gladI'm inside where it iswarm.

    I work underground. I fix the pipes.I give people electricity. I'm dirty from headto toe. I find big spiders and insects. It smells likesweat. I use big monster machines thatlook like big long arms stretching outto grab something.Bailey Cure

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    Bayley's HouseI first get thereI knock on thefreezing cold door.Some one answeredthe door. I walkedin. The room smells likechocolate. The musicis up so loud my ear drumsare ringing.Leslie Potter

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    Coleman IntermediatePine Bluff, ArkansasFaculty Contact: Peggy BrowningVisiting Writers: Bobby Ampezzan, Elizabeth Bryer,Hardin Young and Gabrielle ldlet

    Heaven of Human FleshThere was a heavenMade of human flesh whereThe ground was skinThe doorknobs were eyesKeyholes were earsThe gates were boneTongues served asPaths, teeth wereUsed as seedsHearts and otherOrgans made polesStairs and doorsAnd hair wasThe grass theClouds wereToenails andBlood wasDrunk like waterEric Smith

    The Place ..Little Rock .Little Rock is a smoking addictive man,Which the outside looks good but the inside of theBody is bad.Little Rock hides like a little child playing hideAnd go seek. On the outside it smells so sweetLike roses.Erica Whaley

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    4th DownThe crowdIs rowingThe skyIs dimQuarterbackHike, IRan toThe in-ZoneHe throwsThe ballIt flies likeA birdIt fallsLike aBombIntoMy handsIt fallsI willNeverDo itAgainJoshua Collins

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    PeoplePeople exhaust people very much sometimes.People get angry and start to get out of line.Start to get mad and then later feel sad.Then try to find out what to do. They saySorry sorry many times. But the other personStarts to get out of line. The person doesn't do a thing'Cause he knows he deserves it. Now he's exhausted fromApologizing many times. Now he feels happy'Cause ofwhat he has done. He went outsideTo feel the breeze. He looked at the sky withIts pretty clouds. And then feels better.Kristopher Little

    ShockThe basketball shocks the floor.The floor shocks the basketball.Marquell Handley

    The Love Breaker

    Heaven for Diet CokeYour taste is original tastingBut the scam would notLast long because GOD willNot allow it you liar you cheatI will not allow it smell your defeatDiet CokeBo Goss

    The love breaker is the breaker of love. He goes around and shoots hate arrows to all the lovershe sees. He sneaks up on them with a distinctive smile. He knows he will make lovers hateeach other. He lies dark and green with a shrieked eye. A vision of toxic hate gas swimming inthe air. The flowers turning into green mush. A love breaker that hides his feelings behind ashadow. A heart of pure gold that hides behind a big green hate cloud. A breaker that became aschool principal.Antonio Anderson

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    McDonaldsAt McDonalds they overcharge you. TheFood isn't even cooked all the way. Some people spitPickled Pigs Feet in your Drink.McDonalds like a chicken coop, stinks reallyReally bad. People take bites of yourHamburger. They won't get your order right.It's never been expected, the bathroomsAre never clean. They don't have French Fries, butThey have French flies. The dumpsters are cleanerThan the building. Even the parking lot is ugly. TheCleanest thing at McDonalds is the cars that comeThere, but that never happens.Jeremy Funderburg

    TV on One VolumeA boy once livedAt the West Vole,Where he lovedTo play VolleyballAnd study voodoo-Ism. His dadWas a volvoxThat made a vertical vortexHis mother drankFrom a volvaAnd they kept theirTV on one volumeJared McMillan

    The ShowerIn the shower, it's like a talltree in the rain forest and like a mouseIn the washing machineIn the shower it's slippery likeA little kid running on an ice hockeyRinkThe shower is like a massage from aHawaiian Hula dancerWhen I get in the shower IWant to stay there as long as a redwoodTree lives in the woodsThe shower is like a fat person, itStays in one spot and never movesIt smells like a soapy mist.Garrett Amick

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    CoffeeCoffee, coffee it keeps you awake.You keep on working, without a break.You can do math like a pro.It you study late at night with a cup of Joe.Coffee, coffee it keeps you hype.You can stay awake all through the night.Coffee, coffee is good in the morning.You can drink while you are still yawning.Jimmy Coleman

    Rufur Tells Alll work lonely days and lonelynights. Cold mornings soonTo come. I walked outside toTake out the trash. The only thingI saw was my master wakingUp the slaves. He saw meAnd said hurry up and takeThe trash out. I have oneSecret I will tell you. I have oneDaughter who's working in theUnderground Railroad, but IMust not tell, cause my life andHer life will be in danger. PrettySoon I will be free as free asThe birds in the deep blue sky.Tequila Grant

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    Stupid

    My Pinky ToeMy pinky toe wantsTo be television,To entertain people, to enter-tainKids after school,My pinky toe wantsTo be laughed at, changedChannels by, my pinkyToe wants to be special,SomethingTo watch, somethingTo do when I'm bored,Something funny,Something important.Halley Brooke Ragan

    Water shimmers, water bugs,Ice gleamers, ice shines, divisionSucks just like a hockey puckSparkle moves ice trays shakeI asked this girl out on a dateSalt is sour I want aFlower the cheerleaders screamedA little louder I hate appleCider walnut cracker almostBroke my mom's backer backMy friend ties rats in hisBackpack I almostHad a heart attack causeHis breath is wackWhat you talkin I thinkYou better get the walkinBreunta Hutchinson

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    Cord-Charlotte High SchoolCharlotte, Arkansas

    Faculty Contact: Pepsi McCoyVisiting Writers: Elizabeth Bryer and Mary StokesTo Kentucky and Back (excerpts)

    Clutching the wheel of his Dodge Ram, Jake McDouglas thought about his wife back inArkansas. Right then, he was heading for Frankfort, Kentucky. "Frankfort City Limits," saidthe sign, the sun gleaming off of it like the kitchen light gleaming off aluminum foil. First stopthe Pentecostal Youth Pastors' Convention. He talked with a lot of the other youth pastors andthen they ate. Then they heard a youth pastor from New York speak. His voice sounded like atuba. He next stop was his best friend from high school all the way to his minor league base-ball days. "I still got that shoulder injury," he thought, rubbing his shoulder. He visited withhis best friend and second baseman, Bobby Kowalski. "How's it going?" asked the 27 year old.

    "I'm doing fme.""When was your 27th birthday?" Bobby asked jokingly."You know when my birthday is," said Jake. He visited some more and finally, Jake

    left. He drove over to the state fairgrounds for the National Gun Show. "My truck sounds likea monster," he thought listening to his truck. He got out and thought, "I wonder how bad mywife Ashley would kill me if I bought a new rifle for hunting?" After he left, he went andchecked into his room at the Holiday Inn. By now it was 8:00. "I think I'm going to turn inearly tonight," he thought.He woke up the next morning and saw the sun coming through his window, cuttingthrough the darkness like a flashlight. He thought, "I'm going to see the sights today before Ileave." .. . When he got back from seeing the sights, he had an urgent call from his wife."Honey, my water broke!" she yelled at him."I'll be there as soon as I can." He hurried downstairs and checked out. "I can't get toJonesboro by car," he said to himself. Then he saw the helicopter travel billboard. He sped tothe helipad."I can't take you without a reservation," the pilot said.

    "My wife's having a baby in Jonesboro, Arkansas.""No can do," said the pilot."I'll pay you 500 dollars now and 500 when we get there," he said desperately. "OK,"

    said the pilot.When they got there, Jake ran inside. He got to his wife and watched the baby beborn ..John Franks

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    Poof"I hate wearing poofy dresses, Mom!"She turned and gave me that look that always means the same thing. I grabbed the dress

    and went to the room where all of the other girls were at. They didn't want to wear the poofydresses either. They didn't have to tell me. I could just see it in their eyes. They had been toldthe same thing my mother told me: "If this makes the bride happy, you're wearing it." The sixgirls and myself were all about the same age. I was eight and had an attitude of my own. I twas only 3:30 in the afternoon. The wedding started at 6:00 that evening. We all had the sameidea.

    It all started when we spotted that pair of scissors laying on the old piano. We weredetermined to get rid of that poof. One by one we passed around the scissors. They were beau-tiful dresses at the top, but at the bottom they were so big that we wouldn't be able to getthrough the doors. We cut offthe bottom. It wasn't all the poof,just some. When we wasdone, all was good.We thought we was looking good until the bride and our mothers came into the room.They looked directly at that pile of white fabric and lace laying in the floor. They turned andlooked at us. The bride was smiling. We were so confused. We sat staring at her. Suddenlyshe burst out, "I am so happy. I hated those poofy dresses, and mother made me get them." Wesmiled so big we stretched our cheeks. She ran over to us and hugged all of us. We lookedgreat and couldn't even tell the poof was gone. The wedding started and it went great, eventhough the six girls, the bride's and my mother were still mad.Cassie Lindsey

    Squirrel HuntingAt eight, I went on my first squirrel hunting trip. There were all kinds of stuffed and mountedanimals in the house my mom and dad had killed over the years. I figured my squirrel wouldgo right next to the bobcat in the big case in the living room. My dad drove me down to thewoods where everyone always goes hunting. I took out my shotgun and loaded it. My dad andI sat quietly by a tree waiting for a squirrel to appear. I saw one on a branch up in a tree; I hadto sneak up on it, so it wouldn' t run further up in the tree. Then I shot and hit it on my first try.It was still alive, and my dad picked it up by the tail and hit it against a tree to kill it complete-ly. I started crying because I didn't know the squirrel wouldn't die right when I shot it. I askedmy dad to take me home and I never went hunting again. Squirrel hunting is way too traumaticfor me.Ashley Stone

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    Crittenden Arts CouncilJanine B. Earney, Executive DirectorCrawfordsville ElementaryFaculty Contact: Janine Earney

    Vis iting Writers: Bethany Edstrom and James KatowichAnother Weeping WomanOnce there was a young weeping woman. EveryThursday she would go to the ice cream shoppe tomake enough ice cream sundaes for every kid in theneighborhood. Then she would shiver off the whitediamonds sweet-smelling perfume. As she cuddledup in the keeping quilt at midnight, there wouldbe a space shuttle as the boat would pass bysweet smells of flowers passed by. Her motherwould smother her in precious arms.As the rough and rusty smell on the traintracks dust. The smell would soon pollutethe air. The next day she would cultivateher ice potatoes after she would activate herhair. Then she began to turn old andpale that her worst enemy would soonbe passing by.Jennifer Nicole Banks

    UntitledPanthers dig dirtThey fightand scratchThe panthers biteand they got gray and blackeyes.Chevy

    The Dreary RiverThe Mississippi River flows smoothly,It seems to look smooth like velvet,The water is brown like the iris in my eye,Every day it goes swoosh.It's shaped like a rectangle.It smells like rain 8 miles away.Suddenly sounds of roaring boats make theswoosh fade away,Like a lawnmower cutting grass.Jerricka Boykins

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    Palace of the BabiesThe babies swing around in thepalace sweeping up velvet on the floor.The babies scream their precious voices overthe kindgom. The babies have a posingcontest showing their blunder smooth tiny muscles.The oldest baby got out the tub andtrembly his little small green eyes. Theother babies were in the living room playingwith the ashes. The babies crunk up theirmotorcycles and clinged down the diamond-looking road. That night at the baby cafethe babies got into it with their Rustyenemies. As the babies shivered theybackwards back to the palaceand cuddle under the cover andfell fast asleep.Eddie Rogers

    The Disruption of Crawfordsville

    EarleEarle is a queen of wealth and heart.It is the touch of a dog's smooth fur, Earleis the smell of a wet dog flying around spreadingstenches,Earle is the sound of loud music.It is the taste of cheese and anchovies.It feels like a needle stuck in my arm.Jerricka Boykins

    There's a place in my bathroom where the tub has overflown.The carpet in my house is like velvet. My eyebrowfeels like spikes on a dinosaur. I hearfootsteps down the hall of a million people over and over again.There is a triangle that flips three times and still comes out the same.I smell burritos in Mexico, they smell like chitterlings. I hearfootsteps getting lower and lower. Suddenly I hear them near,I stomp loud and they quiet. There is a pivot in my backyard.It's made of glass. It 's spraying water. It breaks. It gets too coldin the hot sun.Christen Way

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    Crittenden Arts CouncilJanine B. Earney, Executive DirectorWest Memphis High

    Faculty Contact: Janine EarneyVisiting Writers: Bobby Ampezzan and Nic Pizzolatto

    Postcard from the VolcanoWe got another postcard today. It was from the volcano again. He lives so close, I see no needfor him to send them.But he does almost weekly. We wish he would stop. We don't want his acquaintance. He sendsthem most dreadful. Not through the mail but delivers them directly. Not in our mailbox, butthrough the windows and roof. He sends them hot from his hand so it burns in our minds.It matters not our address. He knows the path by heart. He sent another today.Candice Davenport

    FrustrationI'm as frustratedas a studentwith writer's blocktrying to write an original poemAndrew Duck

    Trucks, Cars, and Dogs

    LustLike wanting an apple from the tallesttreein the orchard.Like chasing a balloon that flew outof your handLike harassing a supermodelJames Rainey

    Trucks, cars, and dogs are making different sounds. Mom call me to get up is what I hear.Bad breath, rain, the heat came on is what I smell.Old candy, yellow teeth, plaque and foul air is what I taste.Walls, TV, dresser, window, radio, someone standing at the door is what I see.Alarm clock, bed, covers, eyes, forehead, and scalp is what I touch.Antranette Hampton

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    Pernicious Puffer FishThe pernicious puffer fishis an elegant fishif you want to take a chance on going away.So say a small prayerand tell your family take carebecause fifty dollars could be the cost of yourdoomsday.Shawn Owen

    The Athlete in the Bathtub Afterthe 200m DashThe water drips with a constant thudSore muscles still tense and achingHe leans back as water hurries from his poutHis eyes strain in the darkLooking for a reason to continueHis long climb to the toponly to be ripped from his throneHe has tumbled down landing hard on selfhatredThe wann water is his only solaceThe world outside is cruel and coldBut that is far away nowAll that is left for himare his thoughts, fears, and the gentlelulling drip of waterJasmine Jamison

    Raunchy SoldierHe stood so tamedThat's why he was namedraunchy soldier in the hall of fameHe hated his lifewhich made h1m think twicehe was a raunchy soldierwith a screwed-up lifeQuincy Lytle

    The Microwavable LiverThe microwavable liver was quite a sightIt was delicious, nutritious a pleasant delightIt was small, but fillingIt hated the microwave, but was willingwilling to sacrifice it allto be ate, or slung on the wallJohn Kirkpatrzck

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    Crittenden Arts CouncilJanine B. Earney, Executive DirectorForrest City High School& Hughes High School

    Faculty Contact: Janine EarneyVisiting Writers: Mark Cherry and Sean Chapman

    The Way Things are DifferentI went toNe""' York 2 yearsago one summer. It was crowded withpeople as some was poor, rich, or inbetween. Some people sing. Somepeople dance. It was a strangething to me. It's like people's jobs neverend. There were rude, nice, and strangepeople walking around. All day everyday.As I wonder to myself, what amagical, busy place to be, even in storesor on the streets. I look at them.I see all different races. Working witheach other, without hate for the color oftheir face. I say to myself, this isdifferent from the south. This makesme think about how reality is soexciting, beautiful, and strange, becauselooking at the buildings up closeis better than watching them ont. v. It is hard to livein New York, because living downsouth is a blessing.Jamelle Phillips

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    The LakeThe lake is one place thatsmells like mountain springair and sounds like asingle island inhabitedby only you.Andy Buell

    Witches Brew andBullfrog StewSalamander eggsand centipede legsmakes a tasty mealwith a side orderof water tossed rocksand Rapunzel's locks.It's a pretty good dealso sit on downand for a starterwe' ll give youbank tree barkand garnets in silt, toowith algae water.Katie West

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    A House Lost in the WoodsBroken patches of ivy cover the stepsReaching upward to the old gray-brown door.A busted window to the left reveals an ancientroom.Dust and dirt are thick on the rotted floor.What few furniture there isTries to sink through the rotted floor.Mold entraps the walls.Hinges squeak when moved.The inside is a wild wooded zoo.Mother Earth has regained her land.Jonathan Thomas

    West Memphis' Wai-MartAt the Wal-Mart inWest Memphis, people willfight a lot in the parkinglot, so you have to likemove before you getyour block hit.

    Deanna Ware

    UntitledThe vanilla scented candles carry her smell.The mahogany furniture reminds meof the rich color of her skin.The pictures of country places comfort me as sheused to do.The beauty of the wine floral bedspreadreflects her spirit.The old restored antiques are like her oldfashioned values that I still carry today.All these things are in my favorite bedroom.they are things I truly treasure.They remind me of the greatest person ever.My Grandmother.Shannon Nicks

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    RainTears of pain flood my pathto happiness. Clashes of thunderbrew outside my window beltingmy head from within. Silentscreams fill my head as raindropspound at my door. Exaltinggoddesses circle my corpse causinga space between my bodyand the earth. Believe, fear, butnever run. Coldness is loftingin the atmosphere but aburning flame is awingat the storm. Exploding beneathmy feet are hearts and feelingsof passers to this heaven.They are causing an absurdbackdrop of wine flavoredsnow before my eyes. It rains.Erica Gregory

    One IslandEveryone avoided each otherlike other animals avoid a snake.Midsummer, almost like wearinga heavy coat in the desert.The mosquitoes are out in full force.The day drags along.Such a dreary day on Coney Island3 days before the bighot-dog eating contest.Kevin Danielson

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    Crittenden Arts CouncilJanine B. Earney, Executive DirectorWonder Junior High

    Faculty Contact: Janine EarneyVisiting Writers: Matt Henrikson and Shannon Jonas

    AI Capone in CaliforniaMy name is Al Caponedie awaken in a worldfull of gangs and crime organizationsthe place where I amis Long Beach, Californiaas I walk around thecrimelords of the landwelcome me with ahelping hand but asI get to know thenew formed thugs Isee that they're atmy level and abovethe crime games changedand I'm out of leagueas I see war and terrorfeel the streets of Long BeachDecoris Robinson

    The Lock Ness MonsterWhen I sit and think of whatthe great beast has gone throughall of the conflicts that it has had to facewhether or not to reveal itself to theworld or to stay hidden in its waterpeaceful and in tranquility I can onlyimagine the despair that it is feelingCordero Jackson

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    Recipe for LoveIt would taste like pork chopsIt would be a donkeyIt would be named RosaRosa's car be silver and goldIt would say it's my baby mamaYou ain't mad is yaStupidSorry Mrs. Halo breath stankBut it doDeQuanda Williams

    Stiff MovementWhat if a hyena could sitlike a couch. It sat in one placeand did move about. I sat thereuntil the sun went down androse like the moon ready to come out.Chris Malone

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    The Days of My LifeLet me tell you about the outrageous mustachewho talked to me. The humpback cheese who sawmy hairy shoe. What about the old pen thatchased that flat head hen. Say no to blackand purple glue when that tasty windblew. That one eyed dog who sat inthe top of that sour log. What aboutmy friend with a silver chin. What tosay to the killing closet, with a onetire bubble Chevy. Who saw SantaClause who put excursion on pause?The backwards nose grew a rainMaking rose.Antwon Chatman

    UntitledThe wind moving as if it wereA young child filled with an ambitionCordeno Jackson

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    UntitledThe chair is brownand has four legs.It looks like a dog that's notwagging its tail.Ashley Carter

    I left my stop sign inthe projects but now I haveduct tape and that has madestreet lights stupid.D 'Angelo Moody

    I opened the cabinet and saw an elephant the size of a house.The jar of pickles drove my car to the store.If my neighborhood was a food, it would be a stale slice of bread.Horse hooves have the secret planet.My grandmother surprised me when she wore a pair of boots made out of bananas.My zipper is like a clipper.The craziest thing Michael Jordan ever said was I can fly like a hood rat in a hat.The bucket said it was the statue of liberty.Kenneth Hughes

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    Janine B. Earney, Executive DirectorWest Junior HighFaculty Contact: Janine Earney

    Visiting Writers: Bethany Edstrom and Tara BrayDepartingThe road was rugged and dry, rising on a hill of sad-ness,growing higher as death rides by.The lawn is full of oyful roses and daisies,waving to me, welcoming me home.A bird bath contains birds,singing sweet anthems to their master.I walked to the door, brown with a gold knob,displaying the cost of it.The doorknob felt slimyas its deceased master grasped and turned it.As I entered, I immediately noticed my globe,sitting proudly like a king on its stand.I heard music of happiness lifting my burdens.I sat on the couch one last time,still thinking it felt like clouds.An owl hoots as if signaling me.As I exited, I felt the door.It felt like water.I walked across the lawn,the roses and daisies waved goodbye,as death carried me away.Marquez Staples

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    Pearl HarborThe bombing of Pearl Harbor

    was a very sad day.The Japanese had one

    spotted dot on their planes.As they hit the USS

    Arizona, it beganto sink.

    The smell of thesmoke left by

    the bombs weresmothering

    As Japan droppedthe last bombthey had no

    regret forwhat theyhad done.

    They wounded America,but not our spirit.

    In the night, dragonscame on Pearl Harborand slept on the ships.

    The Japanese had eyeballsof fire with a black

    background.Nicole Benton

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    A Lot of Dwarves Bathing in a StreamThere were a bunch of dwarves bathingin a stream in Paris.They do this every second Tuesday ofDecember.The dwarves stood around in the streamwith the wind blowing.They were bathing in the stream.They all trembled because they were frozen.The rocks were sharp and slippery.And yet, none of them minded.After it's all over, they sprinted to the cabin.With their muscles tense, they headed to the highway.Drew Ninemire

    The DescriptionThe flamingo learned how to standon one leg last Sunday, but it fell

    It is 5:30 a.m. in ArkansasIt is 5:30a.m. in Arkansas.I'm near the small town ofEdmonson.I'm in a duckfield hunting ducks.We are out before dark to get set up.The duck blind is well camouflaged with brush.I'm relaxing in a chair.As the sun rises, the decoys shine like candlelightin the dark. As some ducks cupto land, their white wings look likea ghost is holding out his hand.Stewart Warner

    and it made a pounding sound on the ground.It started to tremble when it got backup. The flamingo's beak goes out and thencurves down. It is a big, pink bird thatis skinny. The flamingo does not have anyclaws to rip anything with. Where the flamingolives is close to the smell of pine trees.The flamingo is harmless as a toothbrush.Paxton Marotti

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    Crittenden Arts CouncilJanine B. Earney, Executive DirectorWest Junior High Return Trip

    Faculty Contact: Janine EarneyVisiting Writers: Gabrielle ldlet and Adam Clay

    Terrific LuckScars hurt your feelings.They sound like screams in themiddle of the night.You are lucky to experience them.A mark on your body that occursunderground at night when thehawks sing.You sing with them.Pain on your skin that came frompeople who hate scars as much asyou did when you got them.You hate to them tell them they're lucky.They have to leave your body assoon as possible, pain is too strong foryour weak-self. You want help. Screamout for help in the shadow of the woods.A knife can make you have scarsbut you can heal them with loveand help. Don't ever cry because aknife can scar your skin but not your soul.I hate scars like I hate the factthat they are terrific dangerousprisoners in jails that exist in your mind.Selena Williams

    No Man LandI've never been to a plain with no landHe wants to lay in the tender rainI always wondered about the rigid weatherHis head is as tough as leatherI love the touch of birds'gentle feathersHe lives in a nightmareI have never been to a pain with no brain.His smarts is wild and tameJustin Conway

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    Weed FreeBorn here and raised I have noweeds.I never have grown an inchI am just a runtMy neighbors (the house besideme) have a dog whom I trippedthe other day.Steroid free I am (fertilizer)I'm I00% naturally built.Weed free I am.Tyler Allen

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    Uncle the GreatMy great uncle rides a unicycle down the streetin the cool underground cavewith a twisted mangled wheel.The slim figure was riding like a clown in the circusas the thunder storm went past himas he fell off the tightrope into a lake of firewhile eating sushi on the way downwhile doing double oogilie no handedtriple decker side back flip.

    Phil Weri

    Weird HairPermed hair is beautiful butfrizzy and colorful. Down butbushy and frizzy. Highlightswork well when grey startsstreaking with dark. Scentedmeans clean and washed withno lumps. Beautiful ponytailsup with no bumps. Long orshort hair is wonderful, beautiful,and plump.Kristan Root

    What's Fun in Telling the Truth?Every day I see a man jump offa 60 foot cliff and land on a burnt chairto get up and walk away.I love to see a lion catch andkill an innocent rabbit.It is fun to watch a chef butcher a pig.I enjoy people poking me withfunnels.In the mornings I see the sameman fly from a tree to find food.Tara Hudson

    NoseI love the burnt smell of hairMerciless smell of garbageblowing into ragsthe feverish smell of rotten eggsthe blossoming smell of dirty socksthe dismantled fungus of the footbut the best smell of all is WEST MEMPHISEmily Murphy

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    Crittenden Arts CouncilJanine B. Earney, Executive Director

    Marion SchoolsFaculty Contact: Janine Earney

    Visiting Writers: Tony Tost and Bonnie McPhee

    Black and White CloudsI have a very old black and white photograph.It is so old it is as heavy as a cloud.The picture is of people at a diner.The people seem to be having a nighttime meal.The people stare at one another as iftheir hearts are melting in love.The people in the backgroundlook as if they are from the present,but the picture was clearly takenin the 40s or 50s. The people look so in lovethat their voices want to scream it longingly.The photograph is old and the pictureseems to have smoke on it, as if made by clouds.Chris Carter

    Painful NightSay hard-cracking whip and mean friend.Where it says icicle read broken heart.

    Traveling on the SummerClouds Painted with WineWhen looking at a picture

    I thought ofmy friendsWhile we are together wefeel like we were lifted intothe sky like a cloud

    Together we share foodat a diner nearbyThe night stars glow to sharethe laughter on their faces

    While melting marshmallowswe bought some Hershey 's

    Because we were burstinginto tears we grew tiredThe voices inside us told us

    to say goodnightSo we said goodnight andleft a ripple in our mindsto remind us of that time

    Christine Ford

    When I say fire-dying I actually mean love tarnished.Casie Dougherty

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    Her LifeAs my grandmother sat on her old porch

    looking at the destroyed landscapethe lime tree in the yard began to look weary.She told stories of the South and allthe blackberries she ate while drinking a soda.The fabric of her old dress looked like

    the color of the rusty blue car she used to have.She has had a blank look on her face

    ever since the day her daddy died.The washer on the front porch

    had mice living under it.Brooke Cooper

    Steven SkaggsSteven Skaggs is a star,a little starthat is not noticeable.I hide behindthe moon because I'm scared.If people see me they will laugh.I don't know where I belong.So when people sleep I movefurther away. Soon I will move too far.Steven Skaggs

    The Buzz of the Tremorsat the BarbershopAt the barbershop, the gray hair fell to the floor.As the hair fell, it spun lightly.As I stared, I couldn't time when the hairwas going to rest on the floor.It was like it was cut from its growth to die.As more and more hair fell,they became dark gray as one.They lay there lazily like a beach bum.As the barber ate a pear he kept cutting the hair.It was like the customer's time in the chairwould be endless.Matt Taylor

    Jamie AkikiJamie Akiki, that is a hard mystery to solve.The stars above prove to be no limits.

    One minute to the next she is in a smoky argumentthat shall have no beloved end.She is no shadow following a simple highway.

    A river she is, flowing in the ashed sky morning.With questions to solve in an awkward manner.Like a fox with black-ink eyes,

    listening for a chance to find its next meal.Jamie Akiki

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    Crittenden Arts CouncilJanine B. Earney, Executive DirectorSt. Michaels &West Memphis Christian

    Faculty Contact: Janine EarneyVisiting Writers: Sandy Longhorn and Bobby Ampezzan

    Envious Grey RomeThe streets in Rome are made of black wire.The people are made of grey plastic.They hear machine parts grindingas the wind blows through the town.The city dreams of live beings inhabiting it.London is rude because it is alive.The city becomes inactive when the children go away.Rachel McLemore

    Colors and ObjectsThe tye-dyed shoeslook striking against the shiny airplane.The feather boaglows in the hot-air balloon.The polka-dot shirtpours color into the bland horse .Jennifer Haworth

    ConfusionJanuary, it reminds me ofa tangerine, sour andstrangely twisted beyond recognition.Rachel Cook

    Unknown Flaming FigureDad you will never yell at meagain for throwing tomatoes at a car,because wherever you area portal of light will open upand a mysterious black figure withflames around him will makeyou whimper as if you werea little puppy and ground you for eternity,never to do anything fun again.Brian Go

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    Happy Valentine's DayHere are your shiny, juicy, fatworms. You look disappointed. Ithink they are cute, pink creatures.They sliver through the earth attop speed. These are handsome likeyou. Happy Valentine 's Day.Crista Ratliff

    Happy Valentine's DayHere is your black widow.It has dark, shiny eyesjust like yours. Ithas big red dots justlike your underwear. Youcould go climb nets with it.Candace Marconi

    Elimination DanceThose who have privately danced with a mopbefore the prom.Those who have fallen asleep in a bathtubwhile reading Dr. Seuss.Those who have ever sent a fruitcake to afriend during the Christmas season.those who have ever convinced their sistersa watermelon will grow in their stomachsif they swallow the small black seed.Those who have ever been to a weddingand bawled, but not because of joy.Those who have ever tried to get bubble gumout of their hair with peanut butter.Nichole Sims

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    Excitement3 roller-coasters9 days of Florida0 days of school1 day of riding horses300 miles of driving without a licenseLori Smith

    WorkEveryday the same hard workI'm told what to doand how I should do itbossed around like a dog beingtold what to do by its masterstressed to get papers finishedon timethe same routine that makesme tired and angry when I comehome. I take it out on my familywhen it is really not theirfault at all.I feel I am gettingcloser to death day by day.Erin Spencer

    At SchoolIn the classroom filledwith a lot of students. Theteacher asked a question butshe didn't know the answer.The room was silent andshe felt like everybodywas watching her. Thenher face turned red. Shescreamed, "It's not fair!"Kyra Hart

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    Delta High SchoolRohwer, Arkansas

    Faculty Contact: Mary RaganVisiting Writers: Tara Bray and Starla Wallick

    NatureAs he wobbles through the forestwith h1s Sunda} shoes on,he crosses a little shabby bridgecovered with wisteria the color of lilacpurplev. ith surroundings of lustrous greenmagnolia trees.While the sun sits still over the horizonlik.e a fox, a light scrapes through toguide himdown a beat down pathway.As he walks on, he suddenly stopslike a fawn in dangerto admire a hummingbirdno bigger than his thumb.Hannah Ha-wkins

    My SharkMy shark is smarter than your poor fish,example, your piranha.My shark is faster than your sad fish,example, your dog fish.M} shark is meaner than your mad fish,example, your hon fish.Heck, my shark is a great whiteand that's bigger than} our sucky leopard shark.Sarah Pillman

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    AgainAs the sunset stillsthe shabby glarein my mind lost like iced-incity blocks, the darkness in meis like a milky wayof people lostin their father's shoes followingthe same path as I lay herehoping the day will passand night might fallwaiting for us to be togetheragain.The blood wrote namesin my mind waitingto arise and see only angels.Nicole Bennett

    UntitledPrecious is a silver cat with a tailso slender.Her call rings through the wallsof an empty house.Her course tongue rubs against myhand.Her sleek body slips throughthe bursting white blossoms.Justin Walker

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    The Lovely GuyMy boyfriend is on a rampage.He talks like sleeping Buddhas,but when I talk, he mothers me out.Growing up on Greek,the plot of his life is shyness.I'm like a roaring train coming at cryingspiders.A cyclone of black gritty windsare looping around me to awaketo a dish for fat lipsthat open before me like scissors.The edge of his fingerstaught me to love again.Britney Short

    The Hunting CheadomAs we walk through miles of muck,We could already hear the thunderingShots from the other groups.As we stood there in awe by the tornadoOf ducks falling from above,The thundering sounds came from us,And the bodies of the birds came poundingTo the earth as the ones remaining receded

    ConstellationsWhere night reaches day and moonreaches sun, the Milky Way pours down.Star dust in rainbows and Leo's back.Pegasus flies through in glory.Pisces swims past basking in the showers.Aries rams into the dippersand makes star dust fall.Shyann Scott

    All the world th ere is...As I stepped outsideI was lashed by windand there I became ice.The grass was parsley greenand the mountain's whisperhaunted my soul.I longed for a new horizonand there the voice sang,"All the world there is

    In sorrow of the loss of their beloved companions.As


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