SWARM Volume One
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SWARM! (Student Writers A Readers Meet!) is the Telling Room's network of Youth writing and publishing groups from across the state of Maine. Students meet, write, share, and publish their stories in a connected set of writing groups (their Hives), and collectively here, as SWARM!
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At the Telling Room, we empower youth through writing and share their voices with the world. Focused on young writers ages 6 to 18, we seek to build confidence, strengthen literacy skills, and provide real audiences for our students. We believe that the power of creative expression can change our communities and prepare our youth for future success.Our fun, innovative programs enlist the support of local writers, artists, teachers, and community groups. At our downtown writing center we offer free after-school workshops and writing help, and host field trips for school groups from all over Maine. We also lead workshops at local schools and community organizations; bring acclaimed writers to Maine to give public readings and work with small groups of students; publish bestselling anthologies of student work; and carry out community-wide writing projects and events.
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SWARM Volume One - The Telling Room
Julia Bartley
We laughed and joked about it
But then it traveled
Like a blazing wildfire
Killing everything in its wake
Can you blame it?
Our country like dry grass
Asking for it, so young and naïve
Taken from me
So little to some, but so much to me
I may
I may have had it easy, but even still
It took some time
My eyelids so heavy, my back turned to the beauty
It lay before me, but I was so clueless to its presence
Eventually
My back straightened and eyes sharpened
I saw it, the drop-dead gorgeousness
That stood before me
My whole life and I never noticed
The fields of green sprinkled with flowers
So sweet
The vibrant sunsets
Hot and spicy
The trees like soldiers
Guarding what lay before them
Forcing the air to smell like Christmas
So much was taken away
The darkness so greedy
But from it I found something so much greater
The light at the end of the tunnel
The rainbow at the end of a storm
The flower that blooms in the ashes
Maine
YOU HAVE CHANGED
Thomas Leggat-Barr
Dear Maine
You continue to amaze me every year I live in your beauty
I spend summers in a house perched atop your rocky coastline
The depths of your sea are home to millions of creatures
Schools of fish swim all around, wary of seals waiting to pick one out of the group
Shellfish nestle in the mud flats waiting to be plucked from their cozy homes
People who come from away crave the taste of your crimson blue aquamarine mascot
However, the coast is not your only gorgeous quality
I have meandered up your mountains
Mountains that stretch regally from the border to the coast
You are home to lakes filled with bounties of fish and underwater algae
Further inland I can find your potato fields, or wild blueberry barrens that feed the people
You have dense forests where the trees are always getting taller and less feeble
In the forests live creatures, some large, some small, but all enjoying the space you provide
Portland is on your southern coast, and is like no other city
It has restaurants, rich history, and wonderful people
But the people
The people are one of your greatest feats
The people that live in your depths are like no other
They are unique, they are hardworking, honest, and adventurous.
But now, now things are different
You have changed
I can’t visit all your different spots; I can’t walk about your cities without being worried
Without being worried about a thing that I cannot see, a thing that I cannot touch
I can’t live carefree anymore
I have to always be worrying about safety,
Worrying about whether I have a mask in the car when leaving my house
You have changed, you no longer have strangers walking your city streets
In the evenings after a nice meal
You have changed, no longer can people lounge over dinner in a busy restaurant
Just basking in the views of the sea below and the sun slowly descending on the horizon
You have changed,
And you have changed,
And you have changed, but not for the better
THE BREAKING POINT
Elijah Olson
I watch the spiral, everything crumbling around me
When I was in school, they said to me:
It’s okay, it will only be a few days
But it has been a few months
Even Maine, my home, the place where I am safest,
Is still not untouched by the hand of the microbe
The pines still sway but the restaurants are closed and empty
As death’s count ticks upward: Tick Tick Tick.
It feels like watching a building collapse:
The parts that were meant to be safe and hold us up
Fall down, in a tumbling mess of rubble, debris, and dust.
The pines still sway but the restaurants are closed and empty
As death’s count ticks upward: Tick Tick Tick.
I watch the spiral, everything crumbling around me
When I was in school, they said to me:
It’s all under control, you might be home for a while
But a little while has turned into a long while turned into a year
I may not ever hear the roar of a crowd
The beautiful symphony of 100 voices all crashing against each other
All scrabbling to be heard in the cacophony of language
The pines still sway but the restaurants are closed and empty
As death’s count ticks upward: Tick Tick Tick.
There seems no end. Everyone is always overwhelmed
At every moment we are at the breaking point
It feels like we are always about to collapse
Like we always have that heavy lump in our throats
Right before we cry
We canTicknot go on for long
GraphTicks and charts and anTickalysis
Cases totalTick, cases per caTickpita, cases conTickfirmed
Mean nothing to meTick
I have no powTicker over this: This is largTicker than you oTickr me
I wTickatch the spiraTickl, evTickerything crumblinTickg around mTicke
WhenTick I wTickas in scTickhool theTicky saTickid to me:
ITickt’s okay, it will only be a feTickw dayTicks.
The pines still sway but the restaurants are closed and empty
As death’s count ticks upward:
Tick
Tick
Tick
Identity
Anonymous
non•bi•na•ry
adjective
relating to or being a person who identifies with or expresses a gender identity that is neither entirely male nor entirely female.
the grass was rough, my friend laying across from me, six-foot distance. the stars stared down at us, faces blank but still watching. the cool wind snapped at our clothes and hair, flying upward. we watched for shooting stars, my question hanging heavy in the air.
i have come to learn that gender identity is a difficult thing.
with all the time with my thoughts, that idea of gender, that concept, flew to the forefront of my brain, taking control. and for a long, drawn-out moment, i had lost my sense of direction, of my identity. i had not grown up with this community, and it was all new, and confusing, and terrifying, and i simply wanted to scream.
and so, through site by site,
night after night, i explored,
but i wasn’t quite
sure.
what if
is a common question for us,
constantly searching for an idea, an inkling
of who we are.
who we are as a person.
and we may not always know. because there is always more to discover, more to find, more to know.
and with that,
more,
we can expand,
grow, and show,
we are who we are.
and no one can change that.
THE MARCH OF FOREVER
Yenenesh Wilson
Woah,
she said.
"Look at this dreadful place
Look at these incompetent leaders
Look at these disorganized systems,
Look at the people, so unnecessarily divided.
I thought this was the great land. I thought this was paradise."
As kids,
she said, "it felt like that
paradise.
Our small youthful brains couldn’t hold the full understanding of our home, of our country, the full meaning of us versus them was far beyond us. The vast world was too large to conceive, even our town was too large to think about".
But,
she continued, "as we grew older and therefore wiser, we lost our innocence little by little, we saw the world for what it really is, and we saw our unfortunate place in it.
Our paradise became a battlefield where we fought for our lives."
Taking a deep breath, she barreled on. "And why, why is it that we must feel ashamed to show our true colors? To show our beautiful skin, to show our communities bursting with culture. Why must we be ashamed? And why is it that we feel the need to apologize for unnecessary things?
Oh, and another thing,
Everyone always says that we are the future, but how can we be, if there isn’t one?
How are we to do that when each day we fear our home more and more?
How are we to do that when our brothers and sisters can’t breathe in their own home?"
All of a sudden, her foot hit a root hidden in the dirt, she was flung onto the ground.
Quickly scampering up she looked down and cursed the root, then instantly apologized, straightened her heavy backpack filled to the brim with her pain, and marched on.
Her voice breaking, she continued, "What am I to do?
After all we have been through
Innocent people dying because of a hue
Millions sick in bed
They still expect so much of me, but they don’t believe in me.
What am I to do?
And this backpack, why must I carry it everywhere I go?
I feel like Atlas
My back is weak."
How much longer?
she wonders.
"They tell me forever
But forever is a long time
Forever is fields upon fields upon fields of grass touching the horizon
Forever is the deep dark sea filled with mystery
Forever is the stars and the galaxy full of emptiness
Forever is nothing."
QUARANTINE WALK
Ruben Hunter
We never used to go on walks around our neighborhood before