Woot! We did it again 😉
The SCBWI Magazine Merit awards for 2106 are out, and YARN has again swept top awards in the YA fiction/nonfiction category.
YARN is very proud to nominate 6 works from 2016 for the Pushcart Prize Anthology. The Pushcarts are a prestigious collection of works from small literary presses, and it’s published annually. Major writers like Joyce Carol Oates, Anthony Doerr, and Zadie Smith have been selected, though to the best of our knowledge, no YA work has yet […]
We are once again OPEN for submissions of fiction, poetry, and essays. Read our guidelines and submit!
More exciting masthead news! Kerri is going to take a sabbatical as Editor in Chief for the 2016-2017 publication year, and our fabulous Poetry Editor Kip Rechea Wilson will be the acting Editor in Chief!
We are THRILLED to announce that YARN Alum and award-winning writer-teacher-editor Laura Williams McCaffrey will be our new Fiction Editor.
It’s that time of year again…..Time for the YARN staff to take a break from publishing new material so we can get ready for NEXT season. You know, in 2017. Seems like a long time from now, but it isn’t. […]
Our final fiction of the 2016 Spring-Summer Edition is this harrowing story about runaways by teen writer Morgan Bennett from Texas. Kind of reminds us that S.E. Hinton was only 16 when she wrote and published “The Outsiders.”
[…] can you imagine black fire? It filled Peter’s eyes. Sometimes it seemed like his calm, polite demeanor was hiding someone on the verge of erupting. […]
Two poems by teen writer, Avis Ko.
The pangs of the world’s grief overcame her //
Like waves of a merciless shore […]
We were thrilled to shake a story out of YA thriller writer Emily Ross! Here, as a YARN exclusive, is her short fiction debut!
Morgan comes over so late even the stars are nodding off. As I watch for him through the window, it feels like the blinking blue IHOP sign across the street is hypnotizing me. […]
By TEEN writer Angela Yin, this #ownvoices story about a piano playing teen will get you thinking.
[…] And just like that, I did. But not by choice. Horrified, I felt the music splinter without my permission. Break and disintegrate. The notes jabbed my skin as I tried to catch them […]