NYWC Ten Under 10: “Candy Colors” by Jahnia T. Mark, Age 7

Welcome to NYWC’s Ten Under 10 Writing Series, featuring the poetry of members of our youth writing workshops under the age of 10. Candy Colors By Jahnia T. Mark, Age 7 Everybody in my family is a different color. I am a light coffee brown. My mother is a light brown like me. My father is a […]

NYWC Ten Under 10: “The Boss: A Play” by Mariah Pringle, Age 9

Welcome to NYWC’s Ten Under 10 Writing Series, featuring the poetry of members of our youth writing workshops under the age of 10. Today’s selection reminds us of the beauty of weekends — and escaping your boss. The Boss: A Play By Mariah Pringle, Age 9 BOSS: I am the boss, so listen up! Work is not […]

NYWC Ten Under 10: “Feelings” by Lucia Snajdr, Age 5

Welcome to NYWC’s Ten Under 10 Writing Series, featuring the poetry of members of our youth writing workshops under the age of 10. Feelings By Lucia Snajdr, Age 5 A dull night is bad. It is bad because you have toys and you pretend to be bored. An exciting night is having a party for dinner.

NYWC Ten Under 10: “Pretty” by Cindy Lei, Age 7

Welcome to NYWC’s Ten Under 10 Writing Series, featuring the poetry of members of our youth writing workshops under the age of 10.  Pretty By Cindy Lei, Age 7 I am from New York City I am from brushes with daisies I am from big white dumplings with things inside I am from long pink dresses that […]

NYWC Ten Under 10: On coconuts and dead rat hamburgers

Welcome to NYWC’s Ten Under 10 Writing Series, featuring the poetry of members of our youth writing workshops under the age of 10. Today food is on the brain — particularly hairy food. A Stringy Coconut by Maya Kushnick, Age 7 This coconut looks like a hairball from a cat.  (Even though I never saw one before.) It […]

NYWC Ten Under 10: “Ears Everywhere” by Amaraa F. Harris, Age 8

Welcome to NYWC’s Ten Under 10 Writing Series, featuring the poetry of members of our youth writing workshops under the age of 10.  Ears Everywhere by Amaraa F. Harris, Age 8  My dad’s ears are like eggs that’s alive. My mommy’s ears are as beautiful as a tree blowing in the winter. My grandma’s ears […]