Author: Hazel J. Hall
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Why I Wear a Mask
With school opening up again a lot of my friends ask, “will you wear a mask?” “Yes,” I say without much thought. It is an easy choice for me, although maybe not for everyone else. Even though I am fully vaccinated, even though I have not caught COVID yet, mask-wearing is an easy choice for […]
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Heart of the Forest
In my heart there’s something missing This thing I can’t live without. I’m a robot with no power And as I wait to get better I just can’t stop reminicising the heart I used to have. In my chest there is this great cavity A gap stolen from me By a world without love, Without […]
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If the Sun Will Ever Come
I know she’s thinkingI’ll probably die at fourteenas it consumes her often I’ll have no fifteenth birthdayshe tells herselfI will never see sixteenshe murmursseventeen is a lifetime not made for meshe decides I know that she’s thinkingI’ll probably die at fourteenbecause we are oneshe is all the same body and flesh as I she is […]
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River Meadow Road
from my place beside the lakeI look up at mansions and villas across the wateras they burn endless fireson River Meadow Road I had always wanted to be like those peoplethe oneson River Meadow RoadI had wanted to be prettier without beautyignorant without consequencealive without a care their fires had started smallembers that had blazed […]
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How the Moon Reflects on Nighttime Water
Oh, how the moon reflects on quiet nighttime water.The stars show liquid on the earthly mirrora celestial beauty unknown to man. If dreams and nightmaressang a song together,they would call into the nightand lament at dawnthat the moon does not last forever. Oh, how the moon reflects on soft nighttime water.My fingers fly across the […]
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The Mirror
I stare at my face,distorted in mirrored glass. As I look at my eyes and my skin,I can only hopeeveryone sees me differentlythan I do. As I peer into the mirror,I can’t help but wonder:who am I supposed to bewithout you? How am I supposed to be lovedwithout you? Beauty is illusive and exclusive.The self […]
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To All the Birds I’ve Ever Seen
To all the birds I’ve ever seen:you look so pretty in the sky, just floating by,with wings of orange and saffron,bodies of golden brown. To all the birds I’ve ever seen:what would it take for me to bea bird like you? I wish to go away from hereI would like to go away.The sun shines […]
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Field of Dreams
In my sleep, I seefields of dreamsfilled with flowers and trees,little bees and cats as tall as me. In my world, the owl singsa silly songand the fish swim through air on wingsunbeknownst to any manbut me. In my dreams, there is no such thingas money and loans and rent.You sleep in the fieldbeside the […]
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The Flower’s Journey
Spiraling to the ground, the cherry blossom leaves her home,Falling from the sky and floating all around,Watching sights high and lowBefore she touches down once more. The cherry blossom flies past springtime flowers,And honeybees busy at work.She watches Rain grace Earth with a gentle shower,But in the downpour she shiversFor she is not a wildflower […]
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I Tried to Publish a Memoir at 16; Here’s How it Went
I started writing a memoir at 16. I thought it seemed like a great idea, and I think I was right. At one point over the past two years, I was describing my wish to write a memoir to someone, and they thought it was a bit silly that someone so young could write about […]
Hazel J. Hall 