Go Sox!
By Everyone in New England
Go Sox!
Yay! Yes.
We won!
We are number one!
Pedy! Papi! We did it!
We are the best!
Boston Strong!
3 Series in 10 year! 8 championships in Boston since '02!
We are the best!
You don't like it? Shut up!
Go Sox!
Oct 31, 2013
Treat, K. Lester
Treat
By Keith Lester
My doorbell keeps ringing
I'm almost out of candy
I bought extra because I wanted to eat some myself
But these damn kids keep showing up
Forget them
I'm done answering my door
I don't like their costumes anyway
Wearing your hockey uniform is not a costume
And if you don't believe in Santa, you are too old for this
I can celebrate too
By turning off my lights and hiding in the basement
I'm tearing into a peanut butter cup
So good
By Keith Lester
My doorbell keeps ringing
I'm almost out of candy
I bought extra because I wanted to eat some myself
But these damn kids keep showing up
Forget them
I'm done answering my door
I don't like their costumes anyway
Wearing your hockey uniform is not a costume
And if you don't believe in Santa, you are too old for this
I can celebrate too
By turning off my lights and hiding in the basement
I'm tearing into a peanut butter cup
So good
History-or-Treat, R. Standley
History-or-Treat
By Ryan Standley
Trick-or-treating in America originates with the Fantastics, a bunch of dirt-poor, drunken, cross-dressing hooligans who paraded behind the last of the retreating British troops after the Revolutionary War. Their parading continued annually on Thanksgiving.
The Fantastics strutted through towns all over the east coast, begged at wealthy homes and businesses, harassed women and shouted political propaganda.
Bringing up the rear of a Fantastics’ parade, were a group of children known as Ragamuffins. Ragamuffins dressed in costumes, carried baskets, begged from door to door, assaulted the property of those less giving.
Soon city officials feared the youth were being corrupted. Trick-or-treating was displaced to Halloween, so group leaders could accentuate the religious, puritan folklore of Thanksgiving. Child welfare committees formed rival clubs, offered alternative parades, and promoted a new Thanksgiving custom… football. By 1910 the Fantastics movement lost popularity and disappeared, while one Ragamuffin tradition holds strong.
By Ryan Standley
Trick-or-treating in America originates with the Fantastics, a bunch of dirt-poor, drunken, cross-dressing hooligans who paraded behind the last of the retreating British troops after the Revolutionary War. Their parading continued annually on Thanksgiving.
The Fantastics strutted through towns all over the east coast, begged at wealthy homes and businesses, harassed women and shouted political propaganda.
Bringing up the rear of a Fantastics’ parade, were a group of children known as Ragamuffins. Ragamuffins dressed in costumes, carried baskets, begged from door to door, assaulted the property of those less giving.
Soon city officials feared the youth were being corrupted. Trick-or-treating was displaced to Halloween, so group leaders could accentuate the religious, puritan folklore of Thanksgiving. Child welfare committees formed rival clubs, offered alternative parades, and promoted a new Thanksgiving custom… football. By 1910 the Fantastics movement lost popularity and disappeared, while one Ragamuffin tradition holds strong.
Sep 3, 2013
Deck, G.Roush
Deck
By Georgina Roush
My husband takes weeks to fix the porch
He removes one board at a time
It's dangerous walking down of course
And the mailman doesn't speak kind
But he drills and hammers and screws the porch
And he saws and he paints and he primes
It's nice that he cares to keep up the porch
But I think he should focus on me of course
Because he is the muse of mine
By Georgina Roush
My husband takes weeks to fix the porch
He removes one board at a time
It's dangerous walking down of course
And the mailman doesn't speak kind
But he drills and hammers and screws the porch
And he saws and he paints and he primes
It's nice that he cares to keep up the porch
But I think he should focus on me of course
Because he is the muse of mine
Balloon, M. Kreas
Balloon
By Melvin Kreas
last weekend, a beautiful late summer day, I was outside just tooling around in the yard with my toddler son. my son rushed over to me suddenly laughing and carrying a bouquet of helium balloons. "Where did these come from?" I asked. my son just grinned and punched the balloons. there were three balloons. they were blue and black and one said Happy 60th Birthday. the other two said Happy 30th. I laughed along with my son. these balloons had escaped some birthday party. maybe from miles away. but they decided to find us here. I couldn't just throw them in the garbage. I cut their ribbons off and they were light enough to fly high again. and they disappeared over the horizon. maybe returning home to their party. "Bye Bye!" my son waved at the balloons.
By Melvin Kreas
last weekend, a beautiful late summer day, I was outside just tooling around in the yard with my toddler son. my son rushed over to me suddenly laughing and carrying a bouquet of helium balloons. "Where did these come from?" I asked. my son just grinned and punched the balloons. there were three balloons. they were blue and black and one said Happy 60th Birthday. the other two said Happy 30th. I laughed along with my son. these balloons had escaped some birthday party. maybe from miles away. but they decided to find us here. I couldn't just throw them in the garbage. I cut their ribbons off and they were light enough to fly high again. and they disappeared over the horizon. maybe returning home to their party. "Bye Bye!" my son waved at the balloons.
Busy Heavens, P. Louten
Busy Heavens
By Paul Louten
A fly buzzes by my ear
The screen is broken
What is he flying around
Looking for food?
For a way out?
He's so busy
And loud
If his wings bother my ears
He must be completely deaf
But he keeps buzzing
He's so busy
By Paul Louten
A fly buzzes by my ear
The screen is broken
What is he flying around
Looking for food?
For a way out?
He's so busy
And loud
If his wings bother my ears
He must be completely deaf
But he keeps buzzing
He's so busy
Aug 8, 2013
The Rabbit, T. Gordon
The Rabbit
By Tina Gordon
There is a little old porcelain statue of a white rabbit that sits on my windowsill and stares at me when I am trying to write. "What are you looking at, bunny?" I ask. And the rabbit says,"You! It's you I'm looking at, you numbskull! Why don't you turn me around so I can look out the window instead of staring at your dumb ass?" I laugh and say, "Sucks to be a statue, huh?" And then I go back to my writing in triumph,"Ha, ha! I am in control of something!"
By Tina Gordon
There is a little old porcelain statue of a white rabbit that sits on my windowsill and stares at me when I am trying to write. "What are you looking at, bunny?" I ask. And the rabbit says,"You! It's you I'm looking at, you numbskull! Why don't you turn me around so I can look out the window instead of staring at your dumb ass?" I laugh and say, "Sucks to be a statue, huh?" And then I go back to my writing in triumph,"Ha, ha! I am in control of something!"
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