The Annual Fresh Ink Writing Contest is now accepting submissions. Texas students in middle and high school may apply. Here’s some information from their site: Winners receive a cash prize: $250 for first place, $100 for second, and $50 for third. In addition, winners are awarded a plaque, have their stories published on the TBF… Read more »

  The beautiful sunset making shades of blue, green, red, pink, yellow, and orange, eyes of the wandering beings opening, looking, watching from their windows, the golden yellow tree, the sunset lake, children playing, bluebirds chirping, the blue leaves, dark green haunting shadows, a red horse, people hard at work, a bright sunny day, trees… Read more »

  This library music, With the always-noise of Strangers coughing People falling in love Smooching around the corner Librarian shushing my crying cousin   Vocabulary of Cough       Who         Kiss         Shhhhh….. Language combinations, Beauty to my ears With the always-music of Pages turning over and over, Books falling from the shelves, People’s laughter   The always-noise… Read more »

First paint wind, the kind that creates the shimmering waves. Add the glow of the sleeping sun. Next, place your canvas in the sand in a tide pool or where the clams build the shells. Paint without thinking or moving and wait for the sun’s expression to turn soft and light. Then draw the shadowy… Read more »

One lonely daisy drinking from its straws, eating fresh sunlight after the storm.   by Paloma, 2nd grade Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on Sunny 99.1, KPFT 90.1, and KTRU 96.1 Audrey, WITS Youth Advisory Council Student. The background music is “Rain Stops Play” by Ketsa. Produced by Susan Phillips. Poem a Day is made… Read more »

Be brave. You will find your way using long strides. You will fill your cracks with gold. Swallow darkness like lemonade and savor its twisted flavor. Scramble into the unknown. You can’t help but smile. Your heart will beat its fractured tune and one speck of dust will fall from your tattered suitcase of regrets. You… Read more »

Te quiero mucho porque eres un ángel. Tus ojos son estrellas del espacio. Tu pelo es una pluma ligera. Tus labios son como una rosa. Porque tu belleza ni en la noche se apaga. Porque eres como dia, y la noche se acaba…   (Translation)   I love you so much because you are an… Read more »

Dogs at seven learn to be calm. Their gray floppy ears like to hear food being dropped in a metal bowl.   Dogs at seven enjoy long calm walks only so when they come back, they can sink into your bed and nap, smelling like warm glazed grass.   Dogs at seven like hearing the… Read more »

Just as trees are a symbol of the strength of nature, poet-trees are a symbol of the strength of a community. This #NationalPoetryMonth, we have been amazed at Houston’s response to the poet-trees at Buffalo Bayou Park. We’ve already collected have over 1,000 poems from people of all backgrounds, in multiple languages. DIY poet-trees are… Read more »

As I look at the twists and turns in your palm, I see something, something more than lines, like a virus worming its way deeper, deeper into your veins, riding them to your heart. Another hill is like a weakness, trying to hide until it is strong, hiding in those little creases, just waiting for… Read more »

[excerpt] Where you can go to the rodeo and see farm animals Where you see abstract and landscape art in museums and on the streets Where you smell meaty, smoky brisket and tacos from food trucks Where it sounds very busy from cars on the freeway Where the people are from different cultures, Where the… Read more »

Meet Diane K. Salerni, author of The Eighth Day series, at the Cool Brains Reading on Sunday, April 23, 2017 at 3 p.m. She will be reading at Meyerland Performing and Visual Arts Middle School. A book signing will be available on a first-come, first served basis, with doors opening at 2:15 p.m. Did you… Read more »

April is National Poetry Month, and U.S. Poet Laureate Juan Felipe Herrera will make a special Houston visit on Wednesday, April 19th. Herrera is the son of migrant farmers. He has published 30 books in his illustrious career, and he was named the first Mexican-American U.S. Poet Laureate in 2015. The University of Houston – Downtown… Read more »

I am from the Middle East where the Arabs roam. I am from kebabs and hummus, spaghetti and shrimp. I am from Azhar and Abzar, some good old friends. My brothers are from them, too. I am from a whole family tree sprouted in the little country Iraq. I am from a father who works… Read more »

Each one a gift no doubt about it. A wonderful, mythical day without ice cream. Today, cold and bright a cool breeze in the sky without a fall of rain. Through the calm eye of a window, charming look in the glowing mirror, you find yourself in trouble. A friend helps you out. You whisper… Read more »

Yo soy una playa. Al llegar las personas, me siento acompañada. Mis manos parecen la arena. Salgo a sentarme sola, sin paz, con el sol como el fuego que quema. Oigo el “Ja, ja, ja” de las personas felices y con alegría que me hace recordar los chistes de mi tío. El mar de lágrimas… Read more »

This #NationalPoetryMonth, poetry is growing in all kinds of unexpected places, including Houston H-E-B locations in Montrose, San Felipe, Buffalo Speedway, and Bunker Hill. 🌷 These poems, written by young WITS students, remind us to honor and celebrate the everyday gifts of our given world. The next time you’re shopping there during the month of April,… Read more »

The stone-cold look she gives you Makes you want to run and hide. You cower in her shadow, Waiting for her to decide. Her mind expands farther than the universe. She practically glows with power. Her rage fills you with fear As you squirm and shift in place. She looks you in the eye, deciphering… Read more »

I am the metal wall that will always protect you from danger. I am the night yard owl that looks after you in the night. Your face is the fresh breeze that brings people happiness. You will never fear ’cause I’m here for you. If you fall, I will be your pillow. If you’re hurt,… Read more »

To the Future Me: I have important questions stored. Did you ever give up on proving your worth? Are you still that joke to people Or the wise one that’s finally happy? The curiosity is really killing me. Will we ever find happiness? Ever feel that feeling— the unspeakable feeling of love?   by Imani,… Read more »