Jun 21


When I was in preschool
my favorite color was purple
because I loved the way
a new purple crayola marker
looked on a fresh piece of paper.

By kindergarten I decided
I needed to dislike purple
because it was too girly
so I started searching
for a new favorite color.

Babysitting my three and a half year old
cousin I discovered
her favorite color is purple.
It made me smile and miss
new purple crayola markers
even though I have fallen in love
with the shade of green
that hemlock's turn when covered
in snow on a sunny day.
Jun 13


Jun 09

Thank You

Editor's Note: As YWP transitions its leadership from GG to Susan Reid we are interested in knowing both what YWP has meant to you and how it can be improved. Please join in the discussion by responding to the  "YWP Is ..." challenge.

 I joined YWP at the beginning of my eighth grade year. This was during the same time period my family and I were considering an English tutor for me, because even though I read two books a day, I couldn't form a coherent sentence. We never ended up getting that English tutor. Throughout eighth grade it seemed I was miraculously getting better at writing, not good enough to be in the accelerated classes my freshman year with my friends, but good enough. I wasn't really satisfied with good enough though. I continued writing on YWP and I continued working in school. My sophomore year I was in the accelerated English program with my friends. I wrote on YWP all through sophomore year and started dabbling in photography too. 

Jun 08


My teacher thinks I'm strange
I love snow the way
some people love sun.

Snow feels good the way
icy lemonade in August
feels good.

Snow feels good the way
freshly brushed teeth
feel good.

Snow feels good the way
clean sheets just off the line
feel good.

Snow feels good the way
a never read before book
feels good.

Snow feels good the way
fun and happiness
feels good.
Jun 07

Listen Carefully

Jun 07


In my hometown
we don't have black widows or monsoons,
but we break wishbones on Thanksgiving.

The antique brass planters no longer shine
but they hold the sunflowers and the one
in my backyard marks the yellow jacket nest.

At night when it seems the earth has
been swallowed by a black hole
embers blossom in the dark
and we gather to tell bittersweet stories.
Jun 07


the sky starts with azure
and fades to alice

lavender dances in the grass
between patches of sienna sand

the clouds on the horizon are 
no longer navajo white but slate

her chartreuse dress does not belong
in the coquelicot or marigold

Jun 05


Mama said not to worry about it.
Mama said she didn't want us thinking about it.
Mama ushered us away from the TV.

I wanted to say
I'm seventeen Mama!
You don't need to protect me anymore.
You don't need to warn us
that its slippery on the ice.
You don't need to protect us from learning about shootings
and bombings and attacks that
I don't remember not knowing about.

Mama we had a bomb threat last week.
It was just some kid looking to get out of exams.
Mama they don't warn you before it really happens.
Jun 05


I always dreamed of finding
a hidden door in my closet
or under the stairs
that would take me to a new world
with unicorns and dragons
and centaurs and fairies
and fauns and talking animals
and I could be a hero.
I could be strong and brave
and smart and beautiful.
I guess I didn't realize
I could be those in real life.
Jun 05


i find myself
watching plants
and marveling
at how
photosynthesis works
the photons
exciting electrons
to make them jump

down the
electron transport chain
along the thylakiod membrane

and water is split
so that the electron
from the water
can replace the
electron lost

and the energy
from the movement
of the electrons
is used to produce

to be used
in the dark reaction

where carbon dioxide
is added and
two turns of the calvin cycle

churns out C6H12O6
a chemical form
of energy

to be used in
cellular respiration
which i also find

from this
i have concluded that
plants are actually
ruling the world

after all