The Tomorrow Project & Burlington City Hall Exhibit
The Tomorrow Project & Burlington City Hall Exhibit
Congratulations to the award-winning writers and artists whose work will be on display at Burlington City Hall from April 17 until May 31. The winning submissions and honorable mentions were selected from the Tomorrow Project's first three challenges – Community & Housing, Democracy & Ethics, and Human Rights. Each of the six winners will receive a $50 prize from our partner, Champlain Valley Office of Economic Opportunity (CVOEO), and all winners and honorable mentions are published in this issue of The Voice and will be part of the Fair Housing Month exhibit organized by CVOEO at Burlington City Hall, 149 Church St., Burlington, VT. Visitors to the exhibit will vote on a People’s Choice for an additional $50 prize. See the CVOEO calendar listing here.
Writing Award Winners:
- "Home, Community, Inclusion" by Jaquiraear563
- "A River of Tears" by GhostSlayer
- "Living Situations" by twoblueviolets
Visual Art Award Winners:
THE TOMORROW PROJECT: Every month, the Tomorrow Project introduces a series of thought-provoking writing and visual art prompts on a range of topics from human rights to the banning of books. The Tomorrow Project is about civic engagement, having a voice on the issues that matter, and finding ways to move forward with resilience and optimism. There will be more cash awards and many opportunities to share the powerful work that is being created through YWP's Tomorrow Project. Find out more.
The Voice
April 2025
The Tomorrow Project & Burlington City Hall Exhibit
Congratulations to the award-winning writers and artists whose work will be on display at Burlington City Hall from April 17 until May 31. The winning submissions and honorable mentions were selected ...
Home, Community, Inclusion
Home is where the heart finds rest, A place where dreams and memories nest. In walls of love, in every glance, We find the comfort, and soul's dance. Community stands with open arms, A gathering...
A River of Tears
Every day when we stand for the pledge, I feel like a curtain has fallen over me, holding me down. I remember who is president for the next four years. And I want to cry. I want to sit down and cry a...
Living Situations
My friend's home is beautiful. It's got green walls with flowers all over. The floor is soft and plush. It's warm but only in summer, and it's too cold in winter. But my friend likes it just fine.I wa...
Dull Roar
I'm so mad I can hardly write poetry anymore, every word rushes out and tumbles down, knocking the inside of my skull, a dull roar that follows me to school and home again. I want to write about the w...
"Home" Is More Than Just a Place
Introduction: I would like to believe that home is not a place; it is the people, the family in our lives. We have been given the greatest gift of all, being born into this world. This world that is f...
Wife of a Nation
You vacuum the carpet in the same direction, straight lines like ribs, hoping to be noticed, hoping someone sees proof of you, the ghost of your hands pressed into the fibers. You wipe the counters cl...
Perspective
Blind the jury. Blind the voters. Wrap white fabric over their eyes, stuff white cotton in their ears. Make them as blind and deaf as Justice herself. Justice cannot see for a reason, cannot hear the ...
All The Homes
In dirt roads the way you bounce in your seat and smile at the mud coated tires coated legs coated boots while everyone complains that it's not summer. In falling into powder the kind you get once a ...
The Nature of Identity Within Society
I don’t know if we’ll ever be whole. Not that we ever were in the past. It has struck me, though, recently, that, while we, or at least I, frequently discuss, and, indeed, logically understand that ou...
Not Quite What I Imagined
I always dreamed that my life would be like it is in books. Little did I know that would later come true. It’s not quite what I imagined, though. I did not imagine a government that was poisoned with ...
A Letter to Congress
I will kneel on broken glass as my blood stains the pearly sheen so that you will see I've resorted to my last option: begging before you (as a woman should be) to rip the cloth around your eyes away ...