Why is there ear wax?
Why are there mosquitoes?
Why do we have to die?
Why do we call people with darker skin black when their skin is brown?
Why do people hunt and kill animals so they are extinct?
Why are some people mean?
Why didn't we clone the last thylacine?
I don't understand a lot of things.
--Amelia, Age 8
When you jump, the moon gets closer.
It's even closer now!
It looks so big from up here!
Come! Jump with me!
I'm going higher and higher.
I can maybe touch it soon.
Before it goes behind the clouds.
You missed it.
Editorial Note: In an effort to encourage young people to pursue writing and to view the world artfully, our journal occasionally publishes pieces written or spoken by children. This piece was quoted from one of our favorite young noticers, Amelia, age 8.
While jumping on the trampoline, she couldn't help but observe the moon like she never had before. She wanted her mother to see it too, from that very unique angle, but before she could, it was gone. Because she took the time to really look, we now can imagine it in our own minds. Maybe we didn't miss it after all.
Art is nothing if not an attempt to capture fleeting moments...
Belle Rêve Literary Journal is a southern literary experience. Our mission is to capture everything that makes the South and its residents unique through the best contemporary literature we can find. We publish new works weekly.
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