Poetry by Grace Tran
they walked in circles for miles at a time hoping that they would somehow find an end, or perhaps come across a beginning - waves of dullness flushing over them shivering wondering: why is every day the same? shaking the roots of trees ragged stumps to make the apples grow faster withering bones and skin monotony flesh curling like potato peels time vanishing before their eyes restless as they slowly marched forward leaves falling before them then disappearing a magic trick into the winter night - mindless, thoughtless, they walked themselves into the ground descending weightless silent.
Grace Tran has been nationally recognized by the Scholastic Art and Writing Awards and was a 2017/2018 national and “Best of Issue” winner of the American High School Poets “Just Poetry” quarterly contest. She has been both a runner-up and fiction grand prize winner of the Scholastic Kids are Authors contest. She has also had works appear and forthcoming in The Pangolin Review and Polyphony H.S.