National Poetry Month Poster Contest
National Poetry Month Poster Contest
2019 national poetry month poster contest for students
The Academy of American Poets, the originator and organizer of National Poetry Month, invites students in the United States who are in grades 9 through 12 to enter artwork to be considered for the official April 2019 National Poetry Month poster. For the first time in twenty-two years, the poster, which is sent to 100,000 libraries, schools, bookstores, and community centers nationwide and made available by download on Poets.org, will feature a student’s winning artwork. The winning student will be featured on Poets.org, in American Poets magazine, and will receive $500 plus signed copies of books by this year’s judges, Academy Chancellor Emeritus Naomi Shihab Nye and renowned graphic designer and educator Debbie Millman. Submissions will be accepted online between September 1 and October 31, 2018.
Finalists will each receive a copy of American Journal, an anthology of fifty contemporary poems selected and with an introduction by U.S. Poet Laureate and Pulitzer Prize winner Tracy K. Smith, published by Graywolf Press. Continue reading “National Poetry Month Poster Contest”
Meade Mustang IB Short Film Showcase by the Seniors in the IB Film Class
The seniors of 2018 offer you a rare and personal opportunity to be an active participant in their viewing public. Please view all films with an open mind. Students have created short films from a wide field of genres and topics. Some present challenges to how we think. Some offer deep insight into the social currents of their world. Some might make you laugh and some might make you cry. Some will educate and some will entertain.
At the least, all of them will make you think.
IB Films 2018
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by Christina Huang
First Place in Photography
Ophelia by Jaylah Easter
“He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his
heels a stone.” (IV.V.XXX)
The warm whisper of a melody winds through the air, escaping like the last embers of
an abandoned fire
From the chilled lips of crippled innocence flows the omen of foretold sleep
Up she goes, wracked with the weight of a sort of neglected recklessness, heavy
To braid-to weave-to intertwine; to speak through those which so romantically offer life
and beseech upon death
Go silently; succumb to the suffocation of the mouth and the suppression of the mind
The ferality of consciousness, the human abyss, danker than the lure of the murky
The Little Sprout by Angela Guzman
Every time I walk home from school,
I see that little sprout,
Wondering what the plant would do
If we had an everlasting drought.
I sometimes think I’ve seen it before
In my life or in a dream.
I ask myself if it ever felt lonely
With such a low self-esteem. Continue reading “The Little Sprout by Angela Guzman”
Pegasus 