YWP NEWSLETTER - 6.18.18

THE THIRD WEEKLY NEWSLETTER
Summer is finally here! The days have been hot enough that I've needed to retreat into the basement for refuge, and school is over or winding down. That being said, YWP continues to party all summer long, so let's get out those pencils! (Or pens, if that's your jam.) This week I've read some inspiring poetry and seen some beautiful pictures here, and I'm happy to share them with you here. If you already know what the newsletter is, feel free to skip the next paragraph. 

Welcome to the YWP Weekly Newsletter! This newsletter highlights writing, audio and images and any happenings in the YWP Community. We are a small band of YWP Community Leaders who also help create Challenges and select Daily Reads, Recommended and work for Publication. As the editors of the newsletter, our role is to bring you authors extra audience and shine and to bring you readers some special pieces of work. Please pass along this newsletter or the links to the stories to bring the authors even more viewers. Enjoy! 

This week we feature the writing of hills1, Rovva, and Love to write, and photos by Hazel.C., Love to Write, angelaweasley, ShanRippWriting, Dancer, and aesythe.

YWP HAPPENINGS
Summer of Stories starts June 25th! Write, comment, win prizes and have fun! Learn more here.

GG's announcement! Did you see it? Check it out here...Send him a comment!

Did you miss any of the previous newsletters? Click here.

(Photo, above, credit: nean_bean)



Her: A Three Part Haiku
By hills1



At first glance, you caught
my heart. I don't blame you but
you're the reason for

my smile nowadays.
I don't drink coffee but you're
eyes are mocha brown

and I'm thirsty. Your
confidence alone could bring
a man to his knees.

(photo credit above: Hazel.C.)
A Friend of a Friend
By Rovva


A friend of a friend,
he was to me.
I thought nothing of it.

To meet an end,
so tragically,
I wanted to think above it.

I'm not sad,
not really,
because I didn't know him at all,

But this friend of a friend,
was a friend,
of my friend,
who is now backed against a wall.

This friend of a friend,
that I can't forget,
is pulling her into the earth.

I don't want to look,
for I am afraid,
of what a glance could possibly be worth.

I have seen it in mirrors,
dark and unsettling,
and I don't want to see it again,

yet there she sits,
her head low,
crying every now and then.

I can't do anything,
to relieve that pain,
and that is the worst kind of caring,

because no matter what,
severity the storm,
I can always hear her heart tearing.


(photo credit: Love to write)
Morning Thoughts
By Love to write

It’s creative, you think,
the way ocean refuses
to be photographed.

Even more creative 
with the stars.

It’s like trying to capture
the sky in a jar. 

Like trying to drink sunlight from a cup. 

You know now you never can
and long to anyways. 


(photo credit:ShanRippWriting)

Tiny Writes
The time has come.
For what? Who knows?
To take a leap of faith, maybe.
To fly.

--BloodMoon825

The Photo Gallery

In a City by Dancer
Again and Again by angelaweasley
Life's Real... by aesythe

YWP Newsletter - 6.11.18

GEMS FROM THE COMMUNITY
This is the second installment of the YWP Weekly Newsletter! This newsletter highlights writing, audio and images and any happenings in the YWP Community. We are a small band of YWP Community Leaders who also help create Challenges and select Daily Reads, Recommended and work for Publication. As the editors of the newsletter, our role is to bring you authors extra audience and shine and to bring you readers some special pieces of work. Please pass along this newsletter or the links to the stories to bring the authors even more viewers. Enjoy! 

This week we feature the writing of Drift, SilverGoose, and Icestorm, and photos by a.harkness02, maddi clair, and angelaweasley.

YWP HAPPENINGS
Spring Photo Contest results are out! Congratulations to semacdonald, NGB777, and nean_bean. See the winning photos in the photo gallery below, or here
We encourage you to post lots of pictures, as we always need more of them for the newsletter! Get out those cameras!

GG's announcement! Did you see it? Check it out here...Send him a comment!

Did you miss last week's newsletter? Click here.

(Photo, above, credit: nean_bean)



Bystander
by Drift


she trembles
as every sob wracks her body,
violently shaking her.

i can hear the death rattling around in her ribs,
the soft whisper of veins collapsing
and the stillness of somber.


i can feel the loss,
cold against my fingertips,
as 
i interlock mine with hers.
she's shivering,
cold and drenched
from having stood under stormy clouds
and tears for too long.

she's cried rivers,
and 
i can feel the valleys and twists
in her worn skin,
the stories she could tell
from having been carved with tears
from cold marble,
solid and unnerved.

there is 
tragedy in her soul,
frustration in her heart,
and contempt in her bones.
it can only fuel
a biological machine
for so long
before the gears rust
and everything cracks.

there is nothing 
i
can do to stop her.

(Photo credit: angelaweasley)
Fantasy
by SilverGoose


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.

(Photo credit: Maddi Clair)
FYI
by Icestorm


“excuse me, sir,
but what do you think you’re doing?
that girl is 12."

“how twisted is your mind
that you feel justified
to shout obscene things
at women half your age?"

“you have no right
to talk to her that way.
what she does with her body
is her choice
and no matter how much
systematic desensitization
society puts us all through,
it is never ok
to think otherwise."

“no, it’s not a compliment.
a compliment looks like
excuse me, ma’am,

i was casually observing you
and happened to find you
very attractive.
thank you and goodbye.

not this profane BS
you’re trying to pull."

“bet you didn’t think
anyone would contradict you,
huh?
so used to using your words
to leave girls standing speechless
staring after you,
what did he just say?

well here it is.
your brutally honest wakeup call."

“am i making you
uncomfortable?
that’s a shame.
no one
deserves
to feel insecure
in their own skin,
do they?"

“thank you and goodbye.”


(Photo of Muslim Girls Making Change, Voices for Change conference, May 11, Burlington, VT. Photo credit: a.harkness02)

Tiny Writes
someday when i figure out how to fly, i'll tell this story of mine
--H20.hollym

The Photo Gallery

 NGB777's "Barn Swallow"
nean_bean's "Dock" (cropped version featured in last week's newsletter)
semacdonald's "A Delicate Thing"

YWP Newsletter - 6.4.18

GEMS FROM THE COMMUNITY
Welcome to the first ever YWP Weekly Newsletter! This newsletter highlights writing, audio and images and any happenings in the YWP Community. We are a small band of YWP Community Leaders who also help create Challenges and select Daily Reads, Recommended and work for Publication. As the editors of the newsletter, our role is to bring you authors extra audience and shine and to bring you readers some special pieces of work. Please pass along this newsletter or the links to the stories to bring the authors even more viewers. We hope you enjoy this.  

This week we feature the work of Anna, Wrenegade and Nightheart, and photos by Anna P., H20.hollym,  Adelle M. Brunstad, Silver Goose, Alicia Marie 7, a.harkness02, and nean_bean.

YWP HAPPENINGS
FREE online workshop this summer! Much better than surfing or hanging at the beach. WRITE with Young Writers Project!
Our annual Summer of Stories kicks off June 25 -- fun weekly writing challenges, prizes, publication, fame! AND ... special this year ... YWP Mentor Eliza Mager is offering a six-part online course in short story writing. Interested? Spaces are limited! More info and signup here!.


Realizations of Forever

by Anna

soon,
we’ll be on our own.

voices drifting with the wind
a thousand songs
and a thousand more.
the simple sadness
of the final notes
lingering on the breeze long after we’ve gone.

if we were ever meant to fly
our feet would not settle for the ground.

we've always longed for comfort.

we knew forever
only meant 'for a moment'

they told us the city never sleeps at night.
the sturdiness of its hands on ours
assuring our arrival back some day.

we’re only human.
lilacs in the spring didn’t ask
to slip away
so soon.
the way the world works
has always been a mysterious
phenomenon.

memories whisper in our ears.
ghosts.

twiddling thumbs.
mind wandering
fleeting time.

set us free.
don't let me go so soon.

maybe we’re not ready.

you built us to be strong.
eternity never gets the chance to prosper.
our existence is an illusion of longing
and aspirations.

the sun never requested us
to mourn its passing as we do each night.

don’t learn from our broken words.
they reflect nothing
except the wall we’ve built to hide behind.

we’re afraid of honesty
being afraid is too slow for the rushing
of the workings of the world.

we’re more than we imagined.
the clocks never worked.
time isn't how we choose it.
it paces itself.
unlike us,
it understands. 

the dandelions
floating on the green sea
bigger than we ever could have been.
the pine trees
and the laughter
and the clouds
and the wonders
and the wishes.

there’s a reason we stopped in to say hello.
if we fall
we’ll all go together.

thank you for teaching us
how to say

goodbye.
Social Ladder
by Wrenegade

She clings
helpless
to her rung, 
never looking at
those below her,
always gazing up
to where they all want to be;
the rungs that hold
the rich
perfect
thin things.
The popular ones.

Her rung is crowded
with all her "friends" clinging to it
to her.

All they want is to move
up.
They tell themselves they will
be happy there,
at the top.
If they looked, they could see that isn't true.

And she spends 
all her energy
trying to climb,
but as soon as she takes a hand off
to reach the next rung,
the whole
ladder 
shakes
and she puts it back on.

don't climb, they whisper to her, you won't make it, you could fall.
But you can't stay here,
 they whisper to her, you'll never be happy, you can only be happy at the top.
you need to be at the top.


And she tries;
she starves herself
and loses who she is
to try to get to the top,
where everyone will look up to
her,
but it doesn't work,
and she stays
clinging
to her rung.

Slowly
she realizes 
she can never be happy.
Not on here,
not on the ladder.

And while their screams echo in her ears, she finally decides
to let go
to fall off the ladder
No! they yell at her, you can't! The fall will break you.  
You can't give up.  You need this.
You need the ladder.


No, she replies, I don't.
And it's not giving up.

She falls.

And realizes that
you don't
have to be at
the top
to
be
happy.
Silence Reigns
by Nightheart



Another school shooting
has occurred today.

crackles a voice
over the radio.
There is one official death
reported so far
-
and then my father clicks 
off the radio and silence reigns,
staring out at the countryside 
that passes.

Just because it happens
doesn't mean we talk about it.

and the silence reigns.

There has been two other
accusations of sexual assault today,
of prominent men-

The TV is cut off by a hand
on the remote as widened eyes
gape at the blank TV screen,
newsreel still playing on repeat
inside my head.

Just because it happens,
doesn't mean we talk about it.

and the silence reigns.

There was another protest 
in the streets,

I hear my parents whisper
The situation is not safe,
not good.

but their mouths go silent as 
i walk near, air empty
yet full with all the words they didn't 
say.

Just because it happens,
doesn't mean we talk about it.
and the silence reigns.

Another chemical bomb
was dropped,

the headline on the
computer screen reads,
hundreds injured or dead-
the screen clicks off
once they catch my gaze,
burning hot,
on the computer screen that fades away,
the letters and images still
swirling through my brain.

Just because it happens,
doesn't mean we talk about it.

and the silence reigns.

But the silence is tearing me up
with worry inside,
worry that wreaks havoc on my sleep
and then haunts my nightmares,
silence gives me too much place to dream,
to think about what world we live in.

We're killing ourselves with all the 
things that happened that we wouldn't 
talk about.
and now everything that was compacted 
has exploded like a geyser
every ugly thing we didn't talk about
has exploded for all the world to see,
and now,

The silence reigns.

Tiny Writes
It’s always harder to say good-bye,
When you never said hello in the first place…
That’s why the light hurts
A little more than the dark
--Anna P.

The Photo Gallery

May -- Photo by Silver Goose
I'm Dreaming of a Periwinkle Moon by​ H20.hollym
My Garden Tiger -- ​Adelle M. Brunstad