YWP Newsletter- 7.16.18

THE WEEKLY NEWSLETTER
Welcome to another weekly newsletter. Mid-July is always a lot of fun, ice cream, swimming, outside play, reading, writing (Post it all on YWP!) this week we have some new amazing photos and a lot of incredible writing, keep it up! 

If you already know what the newsletter is, feel free to skip the next paragraph. 

This newsletter highlights writing, audio, images and any happenings in the YWP Community. We are a small band of YWP Community Leaders who also help create Challenges, 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 and images of a.harkness02, JuliaR, maxwellzlila woodard, angelaweasley, and hills1.

YWP HAPPENINGS

Summer of Stories is happening! Read more here

Join in on the short story workshop here!

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


How to Be Empty 
by JuliaR

The branches project a shadow 
onto my paper thin skin.

I can see the sun sipping the clouds
sweet water as they float by.

Everything is soft around me
and even my eyes are quiet
against the wind.

Birds fly ahead
whispering secrets
this is what peacefulness 
feels like.

The sensation of being fully 
willingly 
taken.

(photo credit, above: a.harkness02)

Pretty Girls with Pretty Lies 
by lila woodard 

Her face
illuminates
mine
Stunning in
her sin and
disease
pulchritudinous even to a
king
an ineffable
deity
Breathing
my light blue
perfume in
ounce by ounce
and breathing
out pretty
lies
they warned
me about the
ones like
her,
pretty girls
with pretty
lies.

(photo credit, left: maxwellz
They/Them: The Way They Speak 
by hills1

they speak in poetry.
their first word was "revolution";
can you believe it?
each sentence they speak—
passionate sonnets,
each word has to be soaked
in intellectual meaning
(they're also very smart too).
they also speak in couplets
two line of a verse that rhyme;
sarcasm, maybe.
haikus are a whole other language,
five
seven
five
every time they open their mouth
they make unintentionally beautiful patterns.
each ballad,
cinquain,
and epitaph they utter,
could make a book,
a novel
of poetry.

(photo credit, right: angelaweasley )

Tiny Writes 
You will always be you;
Forever. 
And, Love...
That’s a long time to hate yourself.
--lila woodard 

YWP Newsletter- 7.9.18

THE WEEKLY NEWSLETTER
Hello again, this is the second newsletter of July! For me, summer is a great time for writing because there is so much free time and open inspiration. I hope you are getting lots of quiet, summer downtime to write and relax! 

If you already know what the newsletter is, feel free to skip the next paragraph. 

This newsletter highlights writing, audio, images and any happenings in the YWP Community. We are a small band of YWP Community Leaders who also help create Challenges, 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 and images of a.harkness02Abriatis, H20.hollym, Sarajaney, Firegirl03, lila woodard, and Kitkat

YWP HAPPENINGS

Summer of Stories is happening! Read more on the homepage (scroll down). 

Good Citizen Challenge sounds fun! Read more here

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


A Robin 
by Abriatis

I catch birds
with fishing nets
and ski poles.

(photo credit, above: a.harkness02)

A Goodbye 
by Sarajaney

There is a certain melancholy
In a bare wall.
One that you can't find
In a bare floor.

A wall stripped naked
Marked by stray push pins
Leaving millions of pinholes
That once held up the world.

Little reminders
Marks that connect sisters
Each one passing through just the same
Leaving traces for the next to discover.

This room will transform
Rooms are magic like that.
But no matter how it changes
I've left my mark too.

(photo credit, left: H20.hollym
Footnote
by lila woodard

To her
I was nothing more than a 
conquest
a new muse 
to paint 
and then remove along
with the spring cleaning. 

To her
I was nothing but a breathing flaw,
her calloused hands the answer 
to fix me

My tears were the footnotes no
one ever
cared to read. 

(photo credit, right: Firegirl03

Tiny Writes 
maybe from
the 
moon
(where 
they 
danced 
each night).
--Kitkat

YWP Newsletter - 7.2.18

THE WEEKLY NEWSLETTER
Welcome to the first July newsletter! It's very hot and I hope you all are staying cool and getting lots of swim time! This month a new community leader is editing the newsletters -- and I'm very excited to take my turn at creating them for you all. As a side note-- thank you to June's primary editor for the many great newsletters that were created! I looked foward to reading them each week and the introduction paragraphs were very amusing. 

To community leaders: please, if you find work and pictures that you love tag it as "curated" it helps a lot with creating the newsletter and gives others a chance at getting published in it! 

To everyone: selecting photos for the week is a lot of fun and hard when there aren't many... if you have photos you love, submit them! It's amazing to see the beautiful images on here and submitting them gives you a chance at be published in the newsletter too.  

Anyway, I'm super excited to be newslettering this month! Thanks for reading them. 

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, 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 adalet, jbird18, pbellomo2021, a.harkness02, Drift, Flowerdragon, AboutToSnap, sophie.d, and Icestorm

YWP HAPPENINGS
Summer of Stories has begun! Read more here.

Castleton University is launching an academy for high school seniors! Read more here

Read GG's "Lights Out" post about his break from YWP's executive director after 12 years here! We'll miss you GG! 

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

Coffee with Honey 
by adalet

she was surprised to find that
sometimes home can look like
a mother with eyes like
the mediterranean and a smile
soaked in honey

a feeling found in twisted
hair, as soft as moss and bitter
as black coffee, written
in tongues foreign yet familiar, in
dust that tickles your nose and in
laughter that shakes you to the core

sometimes home is a fleeting sense
of recognition, of familiarity
found in the corners of a smile or
the edges of softening eye
contact- that moment of "our
souls have known each other since
the beginning of time and
i would recognize you 
anywhere," perhaps you
truly see me

(photo credit, above: jbird18)
Words 
by pbellomo2021

You saw her,
Sitting there.
You didn't say a thing.
Teary eyed,
Dust filled lungs. 
Her silent cry for help.
"Don't look back,"
Said your mind.
But you hoped someone would. 

Words, 
How little they seem until it's too late. 

 
(photo credit, left: a.harkness02)
Tough Pill to Swallow 
by Drift

I.
I remember swallowing a lump in my throat
you fiddling with your hands in the chair next to me.
We were nervous energy, unrefined
and just waiting to crash and burn.
Caffeine capillaries
and bloodshot eyes,
we knew our late night and early morning
with fingertips tapping at keyboards numbly.
That lump melted away as the sun shone down
from behind us, warm and inviting.
I knew it was fine.

II.
I remember clearing my throat in your car.
I swallowed hard to forget.
You laughed,
spindly fingers turning the knob on the car radio
to full blast
as you whipped down the straight away,
windows down,
and me yelling.
You screamed along,
lyrics visceral and raw.
I could feel your form
breathe in the sunbeams
and you lit up
with the light and fire
of a thousand stars in broad daylight.

III.
I loved you.

IV.
I remember driving in the rain,
my eyelids heavy.
Iced tea bellies
and thrifted wares,
our wallets were lighter
but our memories bigger.
I had my hand in yours
and it was warm and comforting.
I was shivering and you told me
to grab your jacket from the back
and I curled into that worn denim
and cherished it.
We got home too fast.

V.
I loved you.

VI.
It’s hard to swallow
and my head is reeling.
It’s fuzzy and fleeting,
drifting from my field of vision
like your dainty dandelion wishes.
Fleeting.
That’s how I’d describe it.
It was raining again as we drove.
I remember us arguing.

VII.
The end is hard to swallow.
I loved you.
But we gave up.

(photo credit, right: a.harkness02

Tiny Writes
Dreams are realities that are yet to be found.
--Flowerdragon


 

The Photo Gallery

Island Getaway Night 1 by AboutToSnap
Tiny Writes Lettering by sophie.d
quote by Icestorm

YWP Newsletter - 6.25.18

THE WEEKLY NEWSLETTER
Every month, the position of primary editor of the newsletter rotates to a different community leader. The goal of that--besides splitting the work--is to give you diversity each month in the kind of writing you see featured here. Each editor has unique tastes in poetry and photographs, and the newsletter can reflect that by being created by a new person each month. Because this is the newsletter's fourth week, this is my final week as editor, for now. Another editor will be taking over for the month of July, and another for August, and so on. TO COMMUNITY LEADERS READING THIS: You can recommend work for the newsletter by putting the tag "curated" on it, and the editor will look through those tagged pieces. Anyways, thanks to everyone who puts their work on YWP. I really enjoy looking through it every week, please keep sharing your writing and photos!  

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 fran.cesca, michmich, and sidney b., and photos by Hazel.C., Love to writeSilverGooseDancer, and aesythe.

YWP HAPPENINGS
Summer of Stories has begun! Read more here.

Read the Seven Days article about the GG to SR switch here

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

(Photo, above, credit: nean_bean)


For Summer

by fran.cesca

it’s the heavy air
the parched grass’s thirst 
quenched 
the dog napping sprawled on a weathered deck

it’s dirt collecting on calloused bare feet
it’s slivers on your palm and pollen in your nose 

the whine of insects and the distant chuckle of farm equipment

senses melded together because,
which one is which?

i’m stuck in the lull of it. 
and i wouldn’t change a thing


(photo credit:SilverGoose)
Rain Dance
by Sidney B.

The heartbeat I hear booms like thunder.
The thunder I hear precedes the brilliant flash of your electric words.
The flash signals to hundreds of bullets of water that it's time to plummet from the eye of the sky, to explode all over me.

You're soaked from head to toe in those raindrops your lightning brought down.
Now I'm alone with these thoughts of blinding lights and frozen teardrops.
And you'll be alone too, y'know.

You'll be as alone as me,
With that thunderous heart,
And your lightning lies,
And the truth they impart.

Since you, pal, you don't know how to quit or stay quiet,
To take a cue and go by it,
To make an oath to die by it.

Instead, you jitterbug and prance and waltz your way through life.
Your lightning lies and thunder heart, just a part of the chorus in your rain dance.
The sky's eyes water with every step and lyric, but you couldn't care if you tried.
"C'est la vie," you laugh.

But that ain't fair, you know it's not,
'Cause I hate what you're doing,
And we share the same feet.
I've let you have the rain.

Now I'll take the lead.

( photo credit:Hazel. C.)
A Hiding Place for the Mind
by Michmich

Afraid of the light...
Afraid of the dark...
where else can I go
but the grey?

Where time trips over emotions
and the soul dissipates
into air.

Where fire is nonexistent
and the only warmth
you can find,
is rain...

I can hide in my
newspaper cave.
And chew slowly on
my solidifying hopes.

Watching my dreams fly
and taunt me from the
harsh light, and mysterious dark

I refuse to try.
I sit and regret.
‘Why did I give up?’

(Photo credit: Dancer)

Tiny Writes
playgrounds are more fun when they're empty
--Rovva

The Photo Gallery

Seeker by aesythe
Poppies by Love to write

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