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The Daily Read

Jan 16

Ode to my Mattress

Dearest Memory Foam Mattress,

I hope you know how much
I admire and love you. You
keep me comfortable when I
dream the dreams I won’t
remember at all when I wake
up the next morning


I know that sometimes it
may not seem so, but I
appreciate you with all
of my heart. When I return
from a trip, your presence
is ubiquitous in my mind &
all I would like is to lie
down in my own bed,
with my own wonderful,
soft mattress.

I love you.

Your sleepy dreamer,

Recent Daily Reads

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.

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,
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,

Thanks for all your support!

Dec 07
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YWP News

Jan 17


Join YWP and writer Mindy Wong for the first in a series of Writing on the Roof workshops tomorrow! Grab one of the last seats for an inspiring morning! Sign up here
WHEN: Saturday, Jan.19, 10 am - 11:30 am
Jan 18

VT Writes Day is Feb. 1

Vermont Writes Day -- YWP's annual day of writing -- is coming on Friday, Feb. 1!
It's the day everyone stops what they are doing for seven minutes -- and WRITES!
Remind your teachers and help get your school involved!
We will have seven writing prompts on a special Vermont Writes Day website -- and on this site! More details to come...
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].


Aug 03


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


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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