Philly Poem

Walk down the busy streets of Philly 

To the library a few blocks away 

Get at least five books per week

At the playground I 

read while Elio played.

 

Pass, kick, shoot, Score! 

Playing soccer at Capitolo

Few things I love more

 

Hungry! Me and Elio say

Surprise! Going to P’unk Burger

Hooray! Hooray!  

 

The delicious cheesy burger

A gluten free bun

Fries covered in Vinegar

Oh foodie fun 

 

And my house, oh how I love my house

My awesome bedroom with biggest bed

Basement playroom, messy as ever

TV ready for Friday movie night

 

In June on a special day

Go to the Pride Parade

Been Out and Proud 

Since 3rd grade

 

Bright Rainbows make me feel Glad 

that I am safe and supported here 

 

I love Philly, 

Silly

City of

Gritty

 

Spider-Man

Spider-Man was on his way home, swinging through New York City when he got ambushed by the Green Goblin. He threw a pumpkin bomb at Spider-Man. Spider-Man webbed the buildings around him and trapped the Green Goblin. 

“Looks like you’re in a sticky situation, Greeny!”  Spider-Man quips as the Green Goblin angrily struggles to break free of the webs. The Goblin shakes loose of the webs and jumps on his hoverboard, flying away. “Not this again!” 

Spiderman quickly makes chase after the villain but to his surprise the Goblin had a plan. Out of his arms, he fires four shurikens at his pursuer. Spider-Man’s spider-sense kicks in, and thinking fast, he quickly dodges the Green Goblin’s attack. To Spider-Man’s surprise, the Green Goblin escapes. 

Spiderman stomps his feet in frustration. Looking for help, he heads to Avengers Tower to find Ironman. As Spiderman approaches Avengers Tower he feels his spider sense tingle. In front of the tower, he sees a giant pumpkin floating in the sky. Nervously he webs the Pumpkin. He swings the pumpkin around and throws it into the sky just in time. The bomb explodes in a flash and knocks spiderman to the ground. 

From the top of a giant building flies down the Green Goblin. “Why do you keep ruining my plans, Spiderdweeb?” 

“Its because you’re evil greeny.” He says firing a web at the Green Goblin, grabbing his hoverboard and slams him to the ground, knocking the Green Goblin out cold. He webs him up and police soon come to take him to jail. Unfortunately, villains don’t stay locked up for long. 

 

Home Poem

Home

 

Warm sugar cookies that my Grandmom prepares.

I love to look, I love to stare.

She always told me not to share 

What has been in her generations for years.

My Mom is sick with a cold. But she’s so bold,

We would not even know if she hadn’t told.

My Dad is kind, my Dad is nice, 

And he never shot down a game of dice.

My little sister is sleeping.

She is so peaceful, she doesn’t notice me peeking.

I can’t escape it, these feelings of home, 

But really, life is unknown.

 

Blue Sky

Blue sky at my house

Green grass near by the black road

The cat is orange

 

Red Butted Sheep

Long, long ago, before mankind, there were many peculiar creatures, such as flying giraffes, the fluffy octopus, tusked koala, sorsel, hawkacorn, pengwhale, lamster, and, of course, the headless chihuahua. There were many others, but it would take me forever to name them, so today we’re talking about none other than… the Red Butted Sheep.

Once upon a nondisturbed world, there was a flock of  Red Butted Sheep dangling from branches, swinging high and low.  At the time, all the sheep decided to leave the area and find better trees with more fruits and veggies. All but one; Shrimp. “Shrimp the Sheep”. 

He was sound asleep in his hammock, filled with leftover food and crumbs. Dreaming about food, food, and more food.  About an eternity later, he got up from his cozy cocoon and looked around for a bit, still having sleep in his eyes. After a couple of minutes of dead silence, he finally realized he was the only one there.  

 When he finished eating the remains of yesterday’s meal, he decided that he was hungry again.  He swung around the area but found no food. He thought to himself, so that’s why the flock left. Without further ado, he raced down the tree, a bit hesitant about his decision.  Just when he reached the ground, he knew there was no turning back.

Shrimp walked for days, mile after mile, knowing it would be time to eat soon or all you would see would be a corpse lying in the middle of the forest. A couple of minutes later, he stumbled upon a mysterious looking plant. It looked a lot like Lantana that the other sheep always spoke about. Each flower petal was like a beautiful blue, red and yellow diamond. Who could resist? 

But, they say it’s poisonous. Shrimp knew that it was either he ate the Lantana, feeling full before he’d die, or just die with an empty stomach. This was the easiest question ever, like having to choose candy or broccoli. Candy, duh

Soon after, Shrimp reached out, the smart part of his brain that rarely showed up, begged and pleaded with him to stop.  He simply ignored this warning, and his little monkey fingers proceeded to reach out. He caught himself but his fingers kept moving forward like a magnet. He gobbled it up and licked the remains of it off the ground, then tasted the unpleasantly sour lemon flavor.

The next day, Shrimp felt ill. It was like one side of his body was coming out as it pushed his stomach. Every time his tum tum grumbled it was like the left belonged to one person, and the right was owned by another. 

Months later, of full dreadful hunger, he saw little white balls of fluff in the distance. “It’s the herd!” He shouted with excitement! When he got there, he realized he was hallucinating, because it was only a cotton field.   Now that’s what happens when you’re in an unknown place and no one is there with you. 

He felt hopeless, his limping legs were trembling, his fur nappy and dry, the bottom of his hands weak and so. His eyelids heavy, his lips as dry as desert sand, and you could see his ribs. He was malnourished. 

He woke up in the middle of the night, feeling even more ill than before. His fur started to rip, and his skin was tearing apart, each bone popping and his squishy marrow rotting as his blood vessels burst open, shooting out blood everywhere.    

Even for him it was a gory sight. His flesh smelled of mold and the air was getting heavier and heavier, denser and denser, thicker and thicker, making it harder to breathe every second. There were puddles of blood and oceans of tears.  

He started to see an eye, then another as a fluffy head started to form. It was a short-haired creature he had never seen before. It had huge fangs and bubbly gums and a heart-shaped pink nose with brown wide eyes. He realizes what that flower did to him, he was splitting apart. 

He fell into darkness. It felt like forever. Then he saw a ray of light gleaming through his eyelids. He pried them open with the last bit of strength he had, but to his surprise, he was safe and sound in his hammock, just asleep. Everyone was there. 

He even still had crumbs and leftovers in his hammock  “Was this a dream?” he murmured. His ma trotted over and gave him a bowl of soup. “So it was a dream?” Shrimp whispered. Just when he thought it was over, he looked to his right and saw the same creature, but this time it was grinning. 

His mom said “It’s not a dream,” then put a sack over his head and swung a bat at his face to knock him out.

To Be Continued…

 

Problems

With all these problems in the world,

we need someone to make a twirl.

 

With our ozone layer tearing it apart,

we need people that have a heart.

 

Our ocean is polluted, filled with trash,

we need to empty it by using our cash.

 

With these problems, our earth could burn,

so we need to stop and take a turn.

 

But there are other problems beside the weather,

our world in general is tearing apart like paper in a shredder.

 

People are killing, robbing, and have no hope,

but we need to come together like a knot on a rope.

 

We need to love, we don’t need to hate,

you don’t need to hate, but rather appreciate.

 

Our world is filled with war, hate, and sadness,

when it should be peaceful, lovely, and filled with happiness.

 

All we need to do is love together,

so we all can become brothers and sisters.

 

Chicken Ball

Do you want to hear about an end zone of a team? Once there was a football team named the Chickens. The team was made up of real chickens. They were animals but they were really good. They were really good! They beat the Jaguars, Cats, Bears and Squirrels (not surprisingly).

After a lot of hard work the team made it to the Super Chicken Ball.  They decided to take the bus to this event. But, when they went on the bus, their toes were so sharp they broke the bus. So, they tried to fly but they couldn’t. Next, they tried to get a cab, “Bock, Bock,” but the people did not understand them. So, they didn’t get a cab.

They had one more idea! And that was to run on the highway. It worked!! 

They almost missed the game but they made it in time! They were playing the FOXES. They made it to overtime. The Foxes made a punt. There was one minute left. The Chickens threw an 80-yard pass and it was complete and they were 10 yards away from the end zone. They had 5 seconds. They handed the ball to the running back. He made it 5 yards and almost got tackled but didn’t and made the TOUCHDOWN!!

 

Philadelphia Stories Online Master Classes

Philadelphia Stories is offering a new online master class series for Summer 2020. Each master class is led by a Philadelphia Stories editor, who will offer a deep dive into topics to help you grow as a creative writer. All proceeds will support Philadelphia Stories.

Below is the schedule for Summer 2020:

 

Class Title: Writing in Small Forms: Tiny Poems, Haiku, and more

Class Description: Tiny poems– an antidote for the mundane, the commercial, the disconnected. Join Debbie Fox for a course in a kind of poetry that can be written anywhere, anytime, by anyone. Short forms afford the beginner an easy entrance and the experienced poet a powerful tool for artistic expression. We will learn from haiku masters who lived centuries ago, and those writing today. Get tips on where to send your poetry for publication.

Dates: Tues., July 14, 7-9pm; Tues., July 21, 7-9pm; Tues., July 28, 7-9pm

About the Instructor: Debbie Fox

Debbie FoxDebra Fox is an adoption attorney and founder of Story Tributes, an enterprise that preserves the stories of people’s lives.  She is a reader for Philadelphia Stories, as well as the mother of two sons: one profoundly autistic and the other a journalist. In her spare time she loves to dance. She lives on the outskirts of Philadelphia with her family. Much of her published work can be found at www.debramfox.com.

Cost: $285 (maximum 8 students) – Register now.


Class Title: Magic Realism (multi-genre)

Class Description: Get to know the most exciting Latin American literary style: Magical Realism. With examples from Borges, Cortázar, García Márquez, Rulfo and Esquivel, write your own path to a mystical world.

Dates: Wed., July 15, 7-9pm; Wed., July 22, 7-9pm; Wed., July 29, 7-9pm

About the Instructor: Carlos Pérez Sámano

Carlos Perez SamanoCarlos José Pérez Sámano was born in Mexico City in 1985. He has 4 published books in Mexico and he is published in anthologies in Spain, India and the U.S. including Who Will Speak for America? by Temple University Press. He writes both in English and Spanish. His work had been published in a variety of literary magazines worldwide. He is the Executive Director of the Mexican Global Network, Chapter Philadelphia, and works for the Penn Museum. He recently graduated from MFA in Creative Writing and MA in Publishing from Rosemont College.

Cost: $285 (maximum 8 students) – Register now.


Class Title: Getting the Ideas: Writing prompts, developing good writing habits, and more tips for getting started

Class Description: Students will explore methods of cultivating an idea (writing prompts, discussion, self-reflection, and brainstorming) which will be the spring board for a story. Students will also receive suggestions for implementing good habits, such as time management strategies to optimize writing time, to ensure success of writing goals.

Dates: Tues, Sept 15, 7-9pm; Tues, Sept 22, 7-9pm; Tues, Sept 29, 7-9pm

About the Instructor: Jackie Massaro

Jackie MassaroJackie Massaro graduated Rowan University with a BA in Writing Arts. Her poems have appeared in Avant. Massaro’s work extends to theatre; she has years of stage managing experience, and in 2019, she adapted and directed her debut outreach performance, “Into the Garden: A Conversation About Life,” which toured the Greater Philadelphia Area. Massaro has had the pleasure of working with Philadelphia Stories Magazine for three years, first as an intern for the McGlinn Contest for Fiction. Massaro now serves on the nonfiction editorial board. Pre-COVID, Massaro worked at an elementary school. Currently, she is staffed on a comedy series.

Cost: $285 (maximum 8 students) – Register now.


Class Title: Writing for Resistance

Class Description: While exploring some of the ways African Americans have resisted oppression throughout history, learn how to document and write your experiences as we live through this moment of unprecedented civil unrest.

Dates: Wed., July 15, 7-9pm; Wed., July 22, 7-9pm; Wed., July 29, 7-9pm

About the Instructor: Susette Brooks

Susette BrooksSusette Nicole Brooks is a writer and a descendant of Paterson, New Jersey’s literary history, which includes being home to the young Allen Ginsberg and the inspiration for the William Carlos Williams epic poem, Paterson. Susette enjoys managing multiple responsibilities. She recently earned an MFA in Nonfiction from Goucher College where she started a memoir in essays about the lenses through which she has understood black identity, sexual power, and traumatic loss. For the past 12 years, Susette has served and has held several roles in the New Jersey Army National Guard. In her current role, she leads a team of soldier-journalists who tell the Army story using multimedia narratives. Susette is the former nonfiction editor at Philadelphia Stories and currently serves on the magazine’s editorial board. She also works full time as a public relations coordinator at the New Jersey State Library. She splits her time between Paterson and Philadelphia.

Cost: $285 (maximum 8 students) – Register now.


Class Title: Generative Class for Fiction Writers

Class Description: Sometimes it’s difficult to focus deeply on our writing, especially when the world is full of tumult. This class is a generative class for fiction writers, and it’s intended to get the creative juices flowing. We will discuss elements of craft like character and plot, and create new work using prompts to guide and inspire us. This class is not a traditional workshop, but the instructor will provide written feedback on one newly-generated piece of writing. The goal is to leave the class with some momentum and a notebook full of new ideas and material.

Dates: Wed., Aug. 5, 7-9pm; Wed., Aug. 12, 7-9pm; Wed., Aug. 19, 7-9pm

About the Instructor: Kate Blakinger

Kate BlakingerKate Blakinger’s short stories have appeared in the Gettysburg Review, Harpur Palate, Iowa Review, and New Stories from the Midwest. In 2016, she won the Marguerite McGlinn Prize for Fiction. She holds an MFA from the Helen Zell Writers’ Program at the University of Michigan, and has taught creative writing at the University of Michigan and Penn State Altoona.

Cost: $285 (maximum 8 students) – Register now.


Class Title: Developing Setting and Descriptions

Class Description: E. Annie Proulx sets stories in the plains of Wyoming. Chimamanda Ngozi Adiche locates some of her work in Nigerian gardens in summertime. Where and when you set your story–what time of year, what geographical location, what century—provides you with opportunities to develop your story with more resonance. We’ll do weekly short story reading and writing assignments and offer feedback to one another in a workshop environment.

Dates: Wed., Aug. 5, 7-9pm; Wed., Aug. 12, 7-9pm; Wed., Aug. 19, 7-9pm

About the Instructor: Aimee Labrie

Aimee LaBrieAimee LaBrie’s short story collection, Wonderful Girl, was chosen as the Katherine Anne Porter Prize in Fiction and published by the University of North Texas Press. Her short stories have been nominated for several Pushcart Prizes and her work has appeared in StoryQuarterly, Pleiades, Beloit Fiction Journal, Cleaver Magazine, Iron Horse Literary Review, The Minnesota Review, Permafrost, and other literary journals. In 2012, she won first place in Zoetrope’s All-Story Fiction contest. Aimee lives in Princeton, NJ and teaches creative writing for Writers House at Rutgers University, New Brunswick.

Cost: $285 (maximum 8 students) – Register now.


Class Title: Outer Limits: Experimenting with Form

Class Description: In this class we will explore the many different forms a story can take. We will read and write narratives composed of emails, tweets, footnotes, or recipes, to name a few, with the goal of challenging what we know about storytelling. Come prepared to invent.

Dates: Thurs., Aug. 6, 7-9pm; Thurs., Aug. 13, 7-9pm; Thurs., Aug. 20, 7-9pm

About the Instructor: Kathryn Ionata

Version 2Kathryn Ionata is the author of the chapbook Yield Signs Don’t Exist (PS Books, 2016). She is a two-time Pushcart Prize nominee whose work has appeared in The Toast, The Best of Philadelphia Stories, Sunlight Press, Ovunque Siamo: A Journal of Italian-American Writing, and elsewhere. Kathryn earned her MFA in Creative Writing Fiction at Temple University and has taught creative writing, literature, and composition at Temple and The College of New Jersey. She lives outside Philadelphia. Connect with her on Twitter @katieionata. 

Cost: $285 (maximum 8 students) – Register now.


Class Title: Mastering the Art of the Sentence

Class Description: In this class we’ll practice sentence structure and revising sentences, talk about what DeLillo calls the swing of the sentence, and look at what makes good, bad, and great sentences, down to the last word and syllable.

Dates: Thurs., Aug. 6, 7-9pm; Thurs., Aug. 13, 7-9pm; Thurs., Aug. 20, 7-9pm

About the instructor: Nathan Alling Long

Nathan Alling LongNathan Alling Long’s work has won several international story competitions, appeared on NPR, and been published in over 100 publications, including Tin House, Glimmer Train, The Sun, Witness, and Best of Microfiction 2020. Nathan’s collection of fifty short fictions, The Origin of Doubt, was a 2019 Lambda Literary Award finalist. His second manuscript, Everything Merges with the Night, was a finalist for both the Hudson Book Manuscript Prize and the Iowa Fiction Award. Other awards include a Mellon Foundation Fellowship, a Truman Capote Literary Scholarship, three Pushcart nominations, and scholarships to Bread Loaf and Sewanee Writers Conferences. Nathan lives in Philadelphia and teaches at Stockton University.

Cost: $285 (maximum 8 students) – Register now.

 

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