The #yarn5 contest is a poetry contest calling for any and all riffs on the number five.
This year, our guest judge is none other than super-agent, YA author, and YARN Alum, John Cusick!
To help celebrate YARN’s 5th Anniversary, Writer’s Digest invited Kerri, Diana, and Kip to chat. If you’re looking for advice on getting published, commiseration on the writing life, or inside info on trends in YA, this is the interview for you!
As we did last year, we’ll be closing our Fiction submissions for the summer. Read the details […]
Continuing on in our 5 Questions Series to celebrate YARN’s 5th Anniversary, today we bring you YA crime writer, and YARN alum, Lamar Giles!
[…] What worried me when I was writing “Endangered” was “Fake ID.” “Endangered” was essentially done (rough draft) before “Fake ID” debuted. I had no clue what people would think about my first “big” novel, and was terrified I’d be panned by critics and/or readers. […]
In celebration of National Poetry Month and in honor of YARN’s fifth year of publication, we held a poetry contest this April calling for any and all riffs on the number five. Our guest judge, super-agent, YA author and YARN Alum, John Cusick, had the tough task of picking the winning poems. CLICK TO READ THE WINNERS!
In addition to our 5 Questions series, we are also hosting this full-length interview with the amazing Sarah Darer Littman, whose fourth YA novel Backlash, is out this week!
[…] I wish someone had taught teen me to have the courage of my convictions—and to stick with it, rather than doing what was expected of me. […]
Because we are the luckiest YA literary Journal around, we get to share this beautiful poem with you, an outtake from Jacqueline Woodson’s Brown Girl Dreaming. You’re welcome
How to Eat to Live
When my uncle gets out of jail//
the bacon in our house disappears forever//
Pork is a sin […]
Update, 3/27/15: A week ago, Ellen Conford died at her home in Great Neck, NY. YARN was very sad to get the news, especially since we’d had the pleasure of interviewing her just last year. As a tribute, we thought we would repost it here, with love and admiration for Mrs. Conford who will always be for us one of the shining stars of YA.
Update, 3/27/15: A week ago, on Friday, March 20, Ellen Conford died at her home in Great Neck, NY. We can’t think of a better tribute to this star of YA than to repost this wonderful short story that shows off her trademark humor and insight. YARN will be thinking fondly of her for a long time to come….
We couldn’t resist one last Pop-Up YARN before our official 2015 season opening in April—partly because we’ve always sent our readers a Valentine (and following tradition, this first poem is an anti-Valentine of sorts), and partly because this second poem evokes winter so strongly and beautifully, we couldn’t bear to publish it when the weather warms.
A January Pop-Up! Because, you know, we like our readers.
Lynn Vande Stouwe
The second week in January was Winterim, during which students at our second-rate private school could purchase a week of self-discovery for approximately one thousand dollars: camping with Hopi Indians in Arizona, building sweat lodges in Honduras. Most popular were trips […]
Okay, I know we’re not supposed to bring you anything new till April, but we couldn’t resist bringing you this very dark story by Lelac Almagor in October, the month of shorter days and ghosts. Enjoy!
Doree Schultz raised her hand in class and said she was gonna write about a boy who never knew his own father. Everyone rolled their eyes or sucked their teeth because that was Doree for you […]
We are so excited to announce that “Into the Vast” by Laura Williams McCaffrey has won the Magazine Merit Award for Fiction! The Magazine Merit awards are given by the Society for Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators (SCBWI) every year in the categories of Fiction, Non-Fiction, Poetry, and Illustration. Last year, “Swimming Naked” was awarded […]
By the amazing Steve Brezenoff
Fuck fuck fuck fuck . . .
“Wait,” I say through my clenched teeth, and I shift around on the floor and grab at the bunched-up beach towel under me. It doesn’t do a great job making the tiles of the third-floor girls’ bathroom comfortable.
“Christ, Jelly!” Izzy snaps at me as she flinches. Jelly, by the way, is me. […]