Found Poetry

say excitement to his ear his brain transfixed he rasped like a mellow organ rising and falling

There on the seat. so proudly, so superbly he rose mad. He shut millions of green into waves of sparrows

Chelsea Grack

Rising and falling

Alight with the thinning color

Sparrows rising, falling

Alive, so superbly And so proudly they fell

MargaretWang

Closetohisear agrasshopper’s wavesofsound concussing

Sparrows’feathers

Fountainsrising,falling

Elmtreeplumes

Happilybeckoned hisownbody,

Transfixedintolife

Observatories

Deion Nguyen

My backpack, once a strikingly dark brown, but now dulled tan by the sun. At first glance, one wouldn’t think much of it. But, all over it, are scars of usage. Missing straps and knittings, a dark stain flanking a surface, or the still-dark places hidden by flaps, like a glimpse of the bag’s past. Beyond books and papers, there’s a lot more this backpack holds.

Jordan Huang my friend’s eraser it looks like it was forgotten about in an old childhood backpack. the eraser has scratchy handwriting on the side and back along with pencil scribblings scattered everywhere. and there it was, smushed all the way in a corner in her backpack where she had to dig out to give to me now it’s mine

Victoria Lu

Cindy had always preferred drinking from water bottles with twist caps. The popularity of water bottles with spouts mystified her. Water bottles with spouts, she knew, made her look ridiculous. Where her cheeks were located, they created deep depressions. Where her chin was located, they caused an unsightly bunch of fat to emerge. Where her nose was located—and this was most insufferable—they bore lines that stretched all the way down to the corners of her mouth.