Thank you to everyone who participated in this year’s Fall Treats Poem Drive & Contest! We enjoyed reading all of your delicious poems. They made is so hungry for things we didn’t even know we were craving! Though it was tough to pick one, we selected Deborah Rocheleau’s ode to homemade bread.
Two librarians, one teen, a former staffer returns … We’ve made some really exciting and excellent additions to the YARN family recently, all of whom you can read about on our recently updated masthead. [...]
It’s that time of year again! Time for YARN’s 3rd Annual Fall Treats Poem Drive & Contest!
Celebrate fall! Win a $25 gift certificate!
We love this opportunity to collect poems that celebrate all the yummy things we enjoy in the fall–in fact, Kerri is dreaming of a pumpkin spice latte as she types this! [...]
From her highly lauded novels, “Mostly Good Girls” to “Past Perfect” and her most recent (out September 17!) “This Song Will Save Your Life,” Leila Sales knows how to capture the mindset of a teenage girl who wants to figure out how the world works in her own unique way, at her pace, with mistakes and heartbreak and love and music and academics and ice cream all mixed together. [...]
When autumn comes, we look forward to new colors, smells, treats quickly follow. And fresh YARN.
Our fall season is brimming with rebellious fiction, finely wrought teen poetry, the real-life existential dilemmas of being a fangirl–and that’s just by the writers you don’t know (yet)!
By Tracy Gold
[...] It took a good amount of reserve not to jump out of my seat and just bite it off right now. How dare he not talk to me for weeks, spread rumors about me to the whole school, and then freaking sign-language blowjob in the middle of English class? I could feel the heat in my cheeks. I looked down and kept working on my essay, scratching my pen on the paper [...]
17 year old high school senior Shelby Dodd kicks off the poetry for Fall 2013.
The Anatomy of a Good Cry
Somewhere between my chest and my mouth//
the motion stops, and all I feel is stuck.//
Peach-flushed cheeks fill with tension//
as they grow dark and deep to a bottomless frown. [...]
By Shelli Cornelison
So much miscommunication could be avoided if my stepdad would just learn to answer a question correctly.
Case in point:
Me: Am I still grounded?
Him: Are polar bears white? [...]
Leila sat down for a virtual lunch with YARN editors Kerri Majors and Diana Renn to dish about her new book . . . as well as writing vs. editing, YA trends, finding your passion, and, of course, chocolate. Lots of chocolate.
Please enjoy this transcript of our lunchtime chat [...]
By Nicholas Sauer
“I prefer to be able to sleep at night,” he says. “I don’t want to destroy my soul getting what I want, you know?” He shifts the weight of his book bag from one shoulder to the other. His hands fly in the air as he lectures the manicured lawns [...]
Despite its title, “A Poem in Brass” is actually our last piece of (steampunk!) fiction until September. We hope it, as well as the other amazing fiction, poetry, and nonfiction, we’ve published this season, will inspire you to submit your own work to YARN! Until September…
By E.C. Ambrose
The clockwork girl stumbled [...]
Our final installment of poetry before we break for the summer comes from recent college grad Rex Ybañez
Does time fly or are//
tempests fugitives? One can//
give the saying a test by throwing//
[...]
By Cynthia Heinrichs
Raindrops splatted a sharp staccato against the single window pane. In a pot on the floor the incessant drip drip drip from the thatch replied.
She pressed her forehead against the cold glass. I must ask Bran to patch that. If this rain ever stops, the whole roof needs doing [...]
By sixteen year old Shirley Lu
[...]
When I was in middle school, I wanted to quit piano.//
Metronome banged on the keyboard,//
never in rhythm with tears and scream.//
Even when I won the competition, [...]
By Julianne Palumbo
He wandered in again today//
the man with the low-brimmed hat.//
“Yo, Mister, why do you buy so much junk?”//
He slides a ten toward my register.//
I ring him up. [...]
YARN is thrilled to share a Sara Zarr original short story, exclusive to YARN. It has everything you love about her work, in a small summery package.
When he did something it made you think you could do it, too.
Whether it was skating or writing a story or [...]
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