If Harvey were a girl, I would be so happy.  Harvey would be nice and cute and maybe she’d have a different name.  Her name would be Wendy, like the wind.  Her colors are pink and purple. Wendy is going to play with me.  I like Wendy. She is going to have a pet that… Read more »

Moon, why are you so bright? You show the stars the way through the night. You are the sand man’s face, in my pocket every place. You translate my dreams, and give me dreams of what you mean. Sing me a lullaby! Close my eyes enemy of the sun, mystery of the navy sky. I… Read more »

I was in Beeville for a five-day stay in May to cast the WITS magic in the sleepy south Texas town. Driving down the main drag, you become familiar with the population count (approximately 13,000), clearly marked as you enter then leave the city limits. Along with writers Autumn Hayes, Matty Glasgow, and Dinorah Pérez-Rementería,… Read more »

  A blank paper is not blank at all, it’s a balloon that floats me up into the sky. Up here, I can see everything. When I come back down, I grasp my pencil, kiss the paper. It cuts into what is blank and changes into an explosion of light. I see myself more clearly… Read more »

It was a perfect square. It had four matching corners And four equal sides. And it was perfectly happy… But on Saturday, the square was cut, crumbled, and snipped. So it made itself into a heart that beats, loves, and keeps me alive. By Raynisse, 1st grade Click the media player above to listen to the poem… Read more »

The shadow of whiskers like an invitation with the address missing. A fin like jellyfish but more tulle. Craterous tulle; black swan pirouetting on the moon. Tulle skirt with cigarette burn holes; laddered tights. Iron stain on tulle; muddy. Burned tulle drowned; Ophelia enters the water with her head split open. It sizzles. Light glinting… Read more »

  ¿Por qué las inmensas motos no van a Hollywood? ¿Cuál es la ballena ruidosa que siempre va a cantar? ¿Dónde dejó la rosa su dulce olor? ¿Hay algo más triste en el mundo que árboles muertos? ¿Quiénes gritaron de alegría cuando nació el color rosado? ¿Cómo logró su libertad la casita de la muñeca… Read more »

  Bones everywhere Bones fill my chest You hang bones in my closet I got sick and blew my nose with delicate bone So tired I slept and my bed was made of bones Drove to work in my car made of bones There are bones beneath me Bones blowing in the trees The chandelier… Read more »

white blossom flower alone with no one with you flying, going tree to tree with bees going to you drinking your nectar you are like velvet By Hifsa, 3rd grade Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on KPFT 90.1 by Rukmini, WITS Youth Advisory Council Student. The background music is “Flower Dance” by DDmyzik. … Read more »

  The ocean shouts out with all the courage it has. The ocean dives down with glory pounding in its heart. The ocean loves deeply with all its might. The ocean glows when the sun shimmers on its waves. By Elena, 2nd grade Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on KPFT 90.1 by Jackson,… Read more »

(Inspired by René Magritte’s The Healer (Le thérapeute), 1967) Oh, Mary, oh Mary, what do I do? I have a rib cage—a real cage, too! Birds are inside me. I’m like a jar! I have a bag full of seed for the birds I feed, but the birds will never—oh never!—come out! Even the times… Read more »

My voice is a whorly wind picking up houses, Toto, and Dorothy, whipping through the calm night sky. A strong storm is my soul, sweeping through towns and sloshing colors everywhere I go. Most times, my imagination is the beginning of the universe, the big bangs of colors spewing colors, making planets and sun. The… Read more »

              Visitors can visit H-E-B locations in Montrose, San Felipe, Buffalo Speedway, and Bunker Hill for a chance to see these special pop-up poetry installations during the entire month of April. Written by WITS students, these poems celebrate the everyday, from the dreamy quality of eating a pizza to… Read more »

  Red can be a highway that leads to glory, love, fame, and family. Red can be a door to a whole other world! Red can be as sweet as tomatoes, as happy as an apple. Red can be anything you choose it to be. It can be as small as a mouse or as… Read more »

My father was born where the insurmountable skyline assaults the sky. My mother was born in the wagons of the desert. I was made with two rhythms and one tune to create a symphony of imagination. My child will make her own world. I am the moonlit laughter tinkling through the air like bells. By… Read more »

  O pizza, your tomato sauce tastes like dreams. The peppers, the mushrooms—oh, I like those! O my pizza, then you go in the oven, it is more than dreams. It’s as beautiful as a rose blooming. Your taste is like art class. Imagine the beautiful red paint as the tasty delicious tomato sauce. Imagine… Read more »

  You are the face of wisdom, and the stairs to clouds. You are history not discovered. Also, you are the heaven              light. I am grass in wind, I am a bird                     climbing a tree. You             are          not          the bird falling, but I am. You are not the fish, no never could you                         be the… Read more »

Underneath my leather blazer is my dark purple buttoned down shirt Underneath my purple buttoned down shirt is my grey and red shirt Underneath my gray and red shirt is my caramel skin Underneath my caramel skin are my strong muscles Underneath my strong muscles are my strong, thin bones Underneath my strong, thin bones… Read more »

Ve, nieve mía, y a mi mamá desea lluvia en el cielo, una corona de cristal, una perla de agua, una casa de anillos, una maravillosa vida en su corazón y un poema en la hoja. Aquí soñaré para siempre y mis ojos buscarán. Aquí está el verano, aquí las flores. Esta es la tierra… Read more »

  The puppies glide across the land of song All of them pearling and swirling and whirling for the existence of music is a trance the extraordinary cells of the song are unstoppable the curiosity continuing is enough and the waves of music rage on like a clock waiting to strike upon the end as… Read more »