My name is Kalina and I was 15 years old when I wrote this. I was born in New York City. I live with my mom, who immigrated here from Bulgaria, my dad, who was born in New York, and my older sister. In terms of academics, I tend to do better in English and social studies rather than science […]

My first impressions of “A Call,” by Seamus Heaney was that it had a very unusual form compare to most poems I had read.  It intrigued me, yet, at the same time, had a calming effect over me as well. A line that especially evokes the first feeling for me is, “Next thing he spoke and I nearly said I […]

they hide their softnesswith hard outer shellswaiting to be bittenwaiting to be smelledtheir form changed frombulbous to greasy thinall thats left oversalt licked awayby hungry tongues Print this page. Author Kalina

I remember drawing on the terrace steps. I remember spending summers. I remember biking to the town pool with my sister. I remember eating pasta on the back porch at night and making smores around the fire pit. I remember making lemonade stands. I remember our summer babysiters driving us around. I remember going to the pavillion with my dad […]