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Enjoy the amazing work being produced by the members of our GHS Creative Writing Club!



March 3, 2023

18 I’m only 18 years old I am afraid that all that matters of me is money And that my name will disappear with everyone else   But I’m only 18 And already know that I may not...



Kristina Kugaevskaya, Editor-in-Chief February 10, 2023

I hope your mother calls the new girl by my name. I hope a client shares my face. Or a lady at the register calls you "babe", Like I used to say. I hope I am in every street you pass, Or...



January 27, 2023

I’m numb to the public eye when truly all I want to do is cry I shut the blinds I call my eyes because I’d rather have them filled with lies Then have to put on a better disguise I want...



January 13, 2023

Glass is fragile in many ways, In that respect we’re both the same. Small pieces chip off over time, A bit broken but that’s simply life. High pitched screams can obliterate it, Scattering...

I Wish I Had a Sister

“I Wish I Had a Sister”

Kristina Kugaevskaya, Editor-in-Chief December 9, 2022

I wish I had a sister Who would kiss my scraped knee, Who would  firmly hold my hand, When the world was too much for me.   She would let me cry my heart out, And tell me what to...



November 18, 2022

i envy you for your hair for your friends for your life   but most especially your eyes they’re pretty they’re enchanting they’re beautiful   but your eyes...

The Downfall of the Observant Child

“The Downfall of the Observant Child”

November 4, 2022

If you stare at the clouds you can see them move in the sky.  I don’t know why they move like that; all in unison. I never got the chance to ask.  I figured they move because the wind blows...

Hold Me, Earth

“Hold Me, Earth”

October 21, 2022

I’m begging you with my whole heart Wrap me around with your cold air Hold me, Earth Like a volcano I will spit my sins Hold me, Earth I’ll run to you until my bare heels are bloody My slanting...

Art by Karo Boyajyan


October 7, 2022

The moon watches us through the velvet night The riptide watchmen remind us that the ocean is everlasting and will kill you without hesitation  I spend a lot of time ankle-deep when no one is looking    My...

Paper Cranes

“Paper Cranes”

June 10, 2022

I once wrote a poem about a thousand paper cranes How I would make them tirelessly Fold and fold and fold again But every crane would fall apart before I could reach that milestone That faraway...

(Photo by Ming Yeung/Getty Images)


May 27, 2022

My land or not my land? It is my people Whom I love and cherish, The people who grew in harmony  With mother nature, With love, With kindness.   Power given to one  Abuses...

The Sun

“The Sun”

March 11, 2022

The sun is hiding in the clouds, The wind touched my hair. Mother is preparing a spell. Maybe we dreamt everything.   Blue sea almost to the edge, What’s beyond it only the...

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