We used starburst candies to make a model of the rock cycle, including igneous, sedimentary, and metamorphic rocks.

I created a puzzle piece and decorated a puzzle cookie in the style of my chosen artist!

White is the snowfall of silence. It’s the whispering of cats, The snoring of a young one. White is frosting on a cake, It’s vanilla’s chime, Mint on a soft day. It’s a cake of snow. White is blank, It’s paper, It’s the shine of clean teeth. White . . . is . . .… Read more Paper and Frosting

A rusty coin with mud all over, An old granola bar that stuck to my shoulder, 2012 receipts telling stories about meat, A pencil that was mistaken for pizzil, Dust way on the steering wheel, Pickles that I forgot to sneer, A broken clock that had to knock, A sneaker inside a beaker, A little… Read more What I Found in the Front Seat

I looked for a piece of art that spoke to my heart.  I think Vasya Kandinsky is a really cool artist.  He speaks of music speaking to him, and he can hear colors. I like this art piece because it isn’t a picture.  It’s a picture!  It has no picture but a picture.  It has… Read more Vasya Kandinsky

 A sister that when I’m sick gives me cheerios. She comforts me when I’m sad. She plays with me when I’m lonely. She holds me together when I’m mad. She gives me hugs when I’m hurt. She’ll do things first when I’m scared. She knows me as well as she knows herself. When I’m excited,… Read more Ten Things to be Happy About Siblings

The purring lion was purring, Purr, purr, purr. He twitched as he slept, Purr, purr, purr. He came upon a dream, Purr, purr, purr. He roared, and then she screamed! Purr, purr, purr. He purred up to her face, Purr, purr, purr. Then he fell down and went to sleep, Purr, purr, purr. What a… Read more The Purring Lion

A form change poem (with thanks to David Bouchard, If You’re Not From the Prairie . . . )   If you’re not from the UK, You can’t hear the croissants calling your name. The sweet bread crusts fill your mouth. The chocolate soothes your throat. If you’re not from the UK, You can’t hear… Read more UK

Oh!  Oh, pencil! You taste so gross. You come in all colors, Magnetic blue or red flue. What a cute little smile! You have no eyes. Your glare is quite nice. But what I like most Is the taste of your black, black lead. I love you, oh pencil, But I must let you go!