ripe

Photo by Angie Shenouda By Angie Shenouda is this one ready? i ask but i think i know the answer.  she tilts her head. hmmm. i don’t know… maybe.  i’ve never seen a peach look so perfect, a warm sunset on fuzzy skin, orange yellows reds in harmony as if birthed by delicate brush strokes.…… Continue reading ripe

The Dreamland Playlist

Zzzz… This month’s playlist is in honor of hitting the snooze button and floating off to dreamland. Don’t let the bed bugs bite. https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6beWu0ftIBGpQYHjVlI2NS?si=1814e1fb83e44fcd Listen to the playlist here Lianelys Cabrera “Still Dreaming” by Raveena If there’s something dreamy in this world, that is Raveena’s voice, especially in this song because of all the simplistic…… Continue reading The Dreamland Playlist

A Trip to Dreamland

Photo by Tracy Fuentes For this month, we wanted to take our readers to Dreamland. Dreams are quite important in our lives, as we experience them nightly for hours at a time. Here Kindergarten contributors explore some of their dreams – the good, the bad, and the in-between. Tracy Fuentes Unfortunately, my recurring dreams are…… Continue reading A Trip to Dreamland

past lives

Photo by Angie Shenouda By Angie Shenouda the tug of unbrushed hair in the wind, missing tooth smiles, laughs with glimpses of black tongues from licking powerpuff girl popsicles with gumballs for eyes- wide eyes, smooth skin, the neighbors dog barking, driveway gravel crunch nipping feet under worn out sneakers, sweet whiffs of laundry from…… Continue reading past lives

seed cemetery

Photo by Angie Shenouda By Angie Shenouda in the early mourning of the wake  he snuggles two fingers  into the damp earth where he lies his head  and heart to rest  in a field of faux goodbyes and promises unspoken- a burial ground- he lowers the casket full of seeds,  nothing but damp soil for…… Continue reading seed cemetery

who i’d like to trade places with (in no particular order)

Photo by Angie Shenouda By Angie Shenouda the mother at the self checkout line next to me with chocolate milk in her cart  the baby poisonous scorpion i found under my bed and almost stepped on last summer  the man we saw on the way home selling bundles of pastel flowers with his wife   the…… Continue reading who i’d like to trade places with (in no particular order)