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The Daily Read

Jan 16

I lived in a city once


New York
is a heartbeat;
my heartbeat,
as the electric subway flies
down the tracks
like a silver strike
of lightning.

I have a yellow strand of 
crepe paper
wrapped around my neck, 
a string of sunshine fighting
the glow of Times Square around my shoulders,
free souvenir of
SpongeBob the musical,
a giddy throwback to
age 7,
when I lived in a city.

I never lived in New York,
only Boston,
with its maze of streets,
the corner store walking distance,
ice cream bars in the sticky
heat of summer.
New York is more methodical
than this.

Methodical,
but sleepless,
we eat pasta across from the hotel
minutes before midnight,
I don't understand the language
the patrons at the table
behind us speak,
but it's an odd sense
of peace to not be alone in the restaurant. 

The next morning,

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Jan 12
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For Summer

My skin yearns for the sideways kiss
Of morning sun for
Lake droplets lifted
Off my skin by balmy,
Dandelion air.

And my laughter
Waits for dock picnics
Green mountain tops
And crowded swimming pools. 

Nose searching for
Watermelon slices
Garden herbs
Almost tasting
Backyard barbeque.
I await summer's joyous greeting.

But when it comes,
I will reminisce over  
Red-tipped noses  
Too rich hot chocolate
Cross country skis
And silver flurries. 

Wait for crisp air
Warm socks and sweaters
For soup and fireplaces. 
So is the seasons' curse.

Don't wait for summer
For snow
For red leaves 
Or flowers sprouting.

Venture out and discover
The unique season
That is today. 
 
Jan 12

Why Words Were Made

Words were made to be caught 
In your mouth
And sucked on like a candy cane
Until all the color stained your tongue
Then they were supposed to be
Spoken back out to the world
Colorful as soon as the air touched them
And rushing at the listener
Like a roaring ocean wave.

Words were made to be pushed 
Out in a stream of ink
Onto creamy white sheets of paper
Bringing thoughts to suface
In others' minds
And changing the world

Words were made to be translated
Into other languages
And to be learned by all
So that many would enjoy
Rolling the tongue in a new word
And tasting its beauty.

Words were made to be typed
Like neat little soldiers in a line
Following laws of writing
And marching along 
In a story that seems to pop off the pages
And come to life right before your eyes.
Jan 10
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Empathy: A Cautionary Tale

My best friend needed a place to live,
so as if they were a lost puppy,
i asked my parents if we could keep them.
and my parents signed the papers.

then they used my outstretched arms like rubber bands--
twisted, tied, and shot them back at my face.

I watched my household go from a four to seven person home,
we turned four bedrooms into six,
and for my entire high school career i almost never had my own,
it always seemed like my parents had a revolving door,
but somehow it got slammed far too many times to count.

My mother taught me how to take care of everybody.
I learned random acts of kindness, and empathy,
I remembered to keep extra of anything in my bag: tissues, granola bars, ibuprofen, hugs, forgiveness.

Forgiveness and some more forgiveness.

For as far as my memory reaches back i had been led to believe that my purpose on this damned planet was to serve others,
Jan 10
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Paper Airplanes



All of it folds together like a paper airplane,

You live your life unfolding new pieces of paper,

Except the paper is a new light

Guiding you through life.

You have to take the bad things and fold them into place,

You have to accept the intolerable things that you have done

You must fold them away,

Saying farewell.

You have to fold every year that passes

And unfold a new year

Saying goodbye to the past,

And saying hello to the present.

Every fold you make is a part of your life forever

Except the fold is a decision or memory.

You will remember every fold you make,

Thinking about how it made an impact on your life.

You will teach others how to fold their paper airplanes,

Having them learn from your mistakes.

And when we start to live our final days.

Thanks for all your support!

Dec 07
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YWP News

Jan 17

Saturday's Workshop!

Join YWP and writer Mindy Wong for the first in a series of Writing on the Roof workshops this Saturday! Grab one of the last seats for an inspiring morning! Sign up here
WORKSHOP #1: THE "I" IN MEMORYSCAPE with MINDY WONG
WHEN: Saturday, Jan.19, 10 am - 11:30 am
Jul 30

Community Leaders' Newsletter

Five inspiring workshops!

Dec 10

Writing on the Roof

Photo credit: Karma Bird House

From January to April, Young Writers Project is hosting Writing on the Roof, a series of five writing workshops in the rooftop conference room (photo above) of our home base at the Karma Bird House, 47 Maple Street, Burlington, VT. Each workshop has a different theme. Click on each option below for more info and to sign up. Seating is limited, so please sign up early. A $10 registration fee will hold your spot. Scholarships are available. Sign up here for all five and get one free. Questions? Contact Susan Reid at [email protected].



Challenges

Aug 03

Memory

Psychologists tell us our earliest memories typically form between the ages of 3 and 4. What is your earliest memory, and how old were you? Are the details hazy, or do you see and feel it clearly?
[YWP Photo Library, Photo by Kevin Huang]
 
Aug 03

70°

Imagine if 70° Fahrenheit weather — that pleasant, almost perfect temperature— were a person. How would the characteristics of 70°F weather be represented in a person? What would an interaction with them be like?
[YWP Photo Library, photo by Kevin Huang]
 

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