National Poetry Month

KUT is partnering with Kealing Middle School, Austin Bat Cave writing center, and Fulmore Middle School to celebrate National Poetry Month. This April, we’re airing poems written by Austin creative writing students.


Apr 29, 2016

Above the stars

In emptiness

We are there.

You look, yet

You can’t

Find us.

We dwell

We play

We laugh

Yet you don’t see us

Peering through your telescope

Seeing the infinite horizon

Staring out at space.

But we whisper to you while you sleep

Telling you secrets

Telling you stories

Telling you lies

Telling you things you would be shocked to hear.

The Wait

Apr 29, 2016

I wait and wait

for the moment

to come,

but when it finally arrives,

I am





Apr 29, 2016

Dear World,

If I were to hold you,

you would have to be small,

to fit my small hands.

I would hold you and protect you

if it weren’t for the problem

that everyone is so big -

too heavy for me to carry -

and they don’t seem willing to change

for one small person.

Who am I?

Apr 29, 2016

I am a Hispanic-American, 14 years old.

Both of my parents are from Mexico

and it’s in my blood.

On weekdays, I sometimes go home

and watch novelas, eat tacos

and chicharrones with salsa valentina.

Yeah, I am a Hispanic girl

who is planning to have a Quinceanera

for an unforgettable day.

But I am also an American girl,

born here in the U.S.A.

and it also runs in my blood.

On Wednesdays, I look forward

to watching Modern Family

while eating hot dogs and hot cheetos.


Apr 29, 2016

Sun burning bright in soft blank sky.

Asphalt streets

lined with trees, yet emanating heat.

Black ramp, years of people gripping its rail.

The street an orchestra of colors:

green, black, brown, yellow, red

up to the clouds of white.

Inside the houses, people languish

escaping from the heat.

Joggers brave the scorching sidewalk.

We all feel it.

The street is alive despite the excruciating heat.