March/May 2022
Issue 12
This issue spans two academic quarters due to the Omicron variant of Covid-19.
FICTION
Claudia Johnson
Dear Mama — We have reached the end of the world. |
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FICTION
Sol de Ugarte
When my phone screen reads 2:30 a.m., I know I won’t sleep at all. |
POETRY
Auden Svoboda
“you look like the kid from stranger things” is the only thing people stop me to say |
POETRY
Chloe
Rappaport Crowther the light seems to linger in summer she wants to stay longer than necessary |
POETRY
Zael Johnson
The stars are all angels above human guilt great beasts of the stark bittersweet |
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FICTION
Skyler Rockmael
The pain aux raisins may have sparked the least amount of joy, but it was the cheapest option . . . |
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POETRY
Aja Lelchuk
always wondering what you might be seeing next to the pond with the calla lilies |
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FICTION
Divya Sachdeva
I walk slowly from the cafe to my cave home, thinking about Alia. |
POETRY
Meghan Malone
Breathing is easy Breathing is supposed to be easy When did breathing stop being so easy? |
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FICTION
Kenna Klop-Packel
We lie in waiting. We are in the mud, at the very edge of the schoolyard. |
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POETRY
Miriam Reichenberg
I have been inside doing nothing of consequence all day, just staring out the window and wishing for things |
FICTION
Zoe Mitchell
Record of the thought patterns and testimony of Project 001 . . . |
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2022 Emerging Writers
Each year, Redwood invites eighth graders at Berkeley public middle schools
to submit pieces for publication in our May issue.
Emerging Writers are guided through the editing process by experienced Redwood writers.
to submit pieces for publication in our May issue.
Emerging Writers are guided through the editing process by experienced Redwood writers.
Emerging Writer
FICTION
Haley Willem
An old man gripped his white cane tightly, tapping the ground as he walked down a narrow path. |
Emerging Writer
FICTION
Sylvia Burns
Ahh, the cold. So sharp, so profound in the way the frigid air digs at my arms, my shoulders, my bare legs. |
Emerging Writer
FICTION
Max Mardesich
Thrumm picks his way through a tangle of ruins, flakes of rubble crunching under his feet. |
Emerging Writer
POETRY
Jamaica Rodriguez
I am 13. Born 23. In my late 60s. Old soul. Old soul. |
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Emerging Writer
POETRY
Cruz Foster
It takes a village to raise a child. It takes a child to think even a village could do so perfectly. |
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Emerging Writer
POETRY
Samantha Lopatin
I don’t mean covid I don’t mean sickness I’m talking about my emotions |
Emerging Writer
FICTION
Penelope Purchase
Ding dong! Toby Myers jumped up from his seat by the window and ran to the door . . . |
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