A piece of amateur poetry written at the Story of the Day exhibit at the American Writers Museum in Chicago.

AWM Story of the Week

Every week, the AWM is excited to bring you stories written by our visitors in our Story of the Day exhibit, which features typewriters that visitors can interact with directly. Check back weekly for new stories, and visit the Museum to try out our typewriters and possibly be featured here! This week we are featuring some amateur poetry from our visitors, and we have to say it’s pretty dang great!

I Crossed a Prairie…

I crossed a prairie
through snow and heat
I found a mountain made of steel

the trees cracked concrete
and the flowers panted
I traversed a path unknown to me
but in it found parts of me
hiding in shadows
hiding in rain drops
hiding in temples
I cried all night
and laughed all day
until I came back

to brown and gold pastures
and wind swept cheeks
after the thaw
I’ll return again
to silver hills
and tired feet
and full hearts

dehlia mendenhall

You Are My Everything

Can I be your sky when you want to fly
Can I be the one to catch you when you fall
Can I be your sea to your beach
I just want to give you my all
You are my everything
Are you my everything

Just kidding!
The name’s Miyah


I was
when I hadn’t known
the pleasure of knowing
a man
unknown to me.
I am
pleased of knowing
love had transformed
a man
a soul
now intimately known to me.
Thank you Ann


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