The ELM

By Krisha Thapa

Just breathe.

I feel like the walls

are closing in on me.

Just breathe.

My shoulders feel heavy

and my head aches.

Just breathe.

It’s me against the world,

By Stella Donovan-Kiehl Grade 7

As the wind whistled outside my
bedroom window, I began to think of all
the other places the wind flows through.
I thought of deserts, the whooshing air
carrying sand dunes with men on camels.

By Lily Kim Besaw

By Ezra Case
Silent chaos; empty streets; panicked people.

By Trudy Farrell
Six feet is now too far.

By Bowie Creason
First a rumor, now a reality.

By Yangchyan Tamang
Boring and fun, every single day.

By Lily Kim Besaw

Tomorrow, I hope.
I hope the smoke clears.
The smoke that hangs heavy over the horizon,
Blanketing everything.
The smoke that is a mere whisper for some, 
A slight brush in the back of their mind.

By Cassidy Palmer