These young authors will perform their work at The Menil Collection tonight, May 7, at 7 p.m. Cathleen Freedman Brian Jackson Stone Lack Raphael G. Leonard Jasmine Ortega Jeanette Rodriguez Christian Aguilar Armani Artis Fadila Farag Isabella Ferguson Emily Fox Rut Gonzalez Zoe Lovelace Oren Pazgal Randolphus Price, II Grant Schneider Sydney Katherine Schultz Briceyda… Read more »

This is the season. All WITS writers are helping students select their best work, revise and edit it, and (finally!) publish it in a class anthology. Check out “Picking up a Spider” by Juan Montes. He has been working with WITS Senior Writer Giuseppe Taurino this year. Here’s the story by Juan: On a late… Read more »

Writers in the Schools (WITS) presents the Young Writers Reading Series next week. Over 100 student writers from the Houston area will gather to share their work with the community. The readings will be held at The Menil Collection on Monday and Tuesday, May 7 and 8. Each night there will be a special guest… Read more »

Thank you for participating in the Writers in the Schools A Poem A Day program. We hope that you have enjoyed reading poems by WITS students during National Poetry Month. Please leave comments on your favorite poems. The students will really appreciate your positive feedback. If you’d like to make a donation to keep the… Read more »

The boy skips along the beach In his paradise. He stops and watches the foaming waves In his paradise. A crab scuttles around his feet In his paradise. The water laps against his toes In his paradise. The sand is his castle now In his paradise. He’s the king of all the beach In his… Read more »

The WITS Blog has been nominated for Best Charity Blog at the Blogger’s Choice Awards website. After less than one month of experience in the blogosphere, we’re a rookie to the field. If you have a spot in your heart for the underdog, we would appreciate your support. In order to vote, you have to… Read more »

The snake slithered through the garden, The buzz of a bee, The ribbit of a frog, Scream. The snake slithered through the garden, The roar of a lion, The dance of war, Scream. The snake slithered through the garden, The oak tree whispers in the wind, The beach’s salty rain poring down, Frightened. The snake… Read more »

Sheshonshor Sheshonshor. A horse is trotting over land. Sheshonshor Sheshonshor. The horse is running faster to the river. Sheshonshor Sheshonshor. The horse has jumped off the cliff to the river. Sheshonshor Sheshonshor. She is in the water. Sheshonshor Sheshonshor. She is swimming on her tummy. Sheshonshor Sheshonshor. Hurry, hurry, she is swimming. Sheshonshor Sheshonshor. Oh… Read more »

If I could fly I would see the top of the forest and hear the firm winds blow. I could fly far to the top of a mountain and see the bottom of the ocean floor. The whole world would be free. There would be peace and no judgment. If I could fly, I would… Read more »

Come with me Let’s start a new story Wake me up from my past dreams with the kiss of the future Walk me to the balcony Grab me by my hand Let’s jump out of this bad plan and maybe we will wind up in the future Boom. Are we there? by London, 12th grade

It happened all of a sudden like my life was ending in front of me. Water rushing through the door like surfing on a beach. Climbing in the attic like dogs starving for food. We had to walk through dirty water with the wind raging in every person’s ear. It bothered me and made me… Read more »

the sun shining as I walk, as the water runs out, children splashing each other tamales my mom makes in the kitchen watching how delicately she turns them on the stove cars stopping every second children trying to earn money by putting fire in their mouths in the streets going down to get in a… Read more »

I’m turning nine, but I still look back and see pictures of me. I see pictures of my mom going on every field trip I had, and in every picture I looked into, I saw my mom and me. I stopped and looked at a picture of my mother and me on a swing. I… Read more »

Black bike tracks on the hard cement The crazy driver zipping down the street The pears on the pear tree in the back yard growing as slow as molasses. My mom rushing to get to work Me erasing so many times my eraser is dust Drawing so fast, my hand falls off. Watching my dad… Read more »

I am the moon reflecting off the calm, blue water. I am a balloon drifting higher and higher, hovering above the clouds. I am a raindrop plummeting down from the bright sky. I am a tree feeling the nourishment from the sun. I am the leaves fluttering down from a magnolia tree. I am the… Read more »

Dear Pluto, It’s us, we are kicking you out. Your ego was the size of the sun, And you’re no longer considered to be one of us. Have fun in another galaxy! Sincerely, The Solar System P.S—You left some of your moons; we expect that you’ll be by to pick them up. A.S.A.P. by Emily,… Read more »

The lions are roaring with temper. The traffic is running in terror. The dolphins are leaping in happiness. The people are rushing to the shop in the market. I am resting, trying to get some sleep. The fire is burning with fear. The cars are driving with speed. The mother is resting to sleep. A… Read more »

The Houston NPR radio station interviewed two young poets from the 2007 Poem a Day project sponsored by Writers in the Schools. You can listen to Storie Nivers and Kevin Murphy read their poems on the KUHF website.

The waves of a calm river Bashing the deep sea green Hugging the shore and the trees The leaves whispering Into the water Its fast-rushing waves Dashing to the waterfall Seaweed draping the river’s floor And the splashing of its heart Splish, splash, splash. by Maya, 4th grade

My thumb is like a tough, bold soldier who lived in the war. My index finger is like a mother, always pointing. My middle finger is like a snobbish finger from Paris. My ring finger holds up all the rings from my other fingers. My pinky is smaller than a short pencil. The lines on… Read more »