Two poems by Gina Pasciuto
Storm
she’s a force //
to be reckoned with //
a toss of her cascading hair […]
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Interview with Brendan Kiely
Brendan Kiely’s “Tradition” explores the ways young men help create and perpetuate rape culture, as well as fight it in alliance with young women. We’re thrilled he agreed to talk about his work.
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Poetry
Storm, A Castle by the Sea
Fiction
Don’t Look Down
In “Don’t Look Down,” you’ve got to face your worst fears — whether you want to or not.
White walls are nothing but trouble. Trust me. I’ve woken up in enough hospitals to know this by heart.[…]
News
General Submissions Close for the Summer
General submissions are now closed, but we’ll have lots of great stories and poems for you to keep reading through July, including our announcement of our Humor Contest Winners.
Fiction
From Autumn to June
In this powerful story by YARN alum Elizabeth Maria Naranjo, a young girl tries to make sense of a family secret.
[…]Maybe if you were here it would have been different. We’d talk about things.[…]
Poetry
I guess it’s time to write about the death of black bodies, formless
Two poems by Mya Nunnally
formless
I wish I was still afraid of the dark. //
that I didn’t know what rests in swirling cloaks of black […]
Poetry
paper lives, femme fatale
Two poems by Caitlin Thomson
paper lives
a desperate heartbeat shakes her paper frame //
and falling rain dissolves her […]
Poetry
Moving and Paper Planes, The Greenhouse
Two poems by Jacqueline Peveto
The Greenhouse
Sometimes //
I wish I were made of leaves //
or cashmere yarn. […]
Fiction
The Fish Suicide
Robbie asks himself again and again — why did I love this girl?
Fifteen minutes ago I was awoken by my phone buzzing…I reached for it, answering without looking at the caller. “Jerome killed himself,” said the tear-muffled voice of the ex-girl-of-my-dreams.[…]
Poetry
How to Tell Astronomy from Astrology, The Fundamental Theorem of Calculus
Two poems by teen poet Fiona Warnick
Sometimes my tears drip, and you would //
compare them to moonlight and be pleased with yourself. […]
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