YWP Alumni


  • Forgotten altars

    You blink and look and stare
    and stare

    As if trying to find the snag in the dream
    the catch in the sweater
    the cards hidden up someone's sleeves

    The meaning of this miracle that tapped you on the elbow
  • You, Tree

    As I sit on this stump and read
    from these pages of your cousin's pulped flesh,
    I burst with the excitement of next year seeing you draped in color,

    You. master of graceful loss.

    You, vessels of wasted breaths,
  • spiraling

    Spiraling odes of love and loss,
    lost pages strewn on the desk and the floor and the eyes and the sky and my limbs,
    each one with a piece of myself I do not want to see anymore.

    what have I created?
  • Taylor Swift, a good dream

    Don’t mind me too much--

    I aspire one day to be a good memory.
    It’s a sad dream.

    some nights I wake up,
    And curl around the metal box.

    There’s a certain scavenger hunt mindset,
    Easter, overpriced and for adults
  • Apple skin

    I wish for apple skin sunsets for you,
    and may the fairies bless you with blueberry stars,
    a bruised hue of battered pride and midnight.

    Lined with lace, the conjurings of our tastebuds