The ELM

By Salina Dahal

I walk down the street 

and I can feel a nice breeze

Like the gentle touch of a baby’s skin, 

It takes confidence to take my mask off 

But when I do 

By Kajal Mangar
Oh, God

Close your eyes

Just picture the scene

At last

Every day, every night

My heart is proud 

My soul is glorious and free

Finally, we have peace

By Enoch Ahmed
Summer at its peak in highland

In  a peace that all may gain

In spite of the pain

We stay right behind you

We learn to release and

Must now adjust within the heart

By Ibrahim Moge

By Baxter Mangrum

Dear Whoever finds this letter,

By Lisa Zhou-Hackett