Young Writers Society

I sit by the clock, but I wait for the time As I hold the pen over the paper. The minutes go by and I can’t seem to find The ...

4’33” edited version 4’33”, the epic piece, no fingers ever grace the keys. So silent is the performance that for a short period of time the audience realizes the chaos ...

Code: Select alla single silver note prolongs� �a breath withheld� �the slightest of shiversand a fragment of a shipwrecked night� � � � � � � � � � � ...

Breathing the Green Girl I am a cactus girl of spikes and spines and wooden needle spokes. (venus rising—odysseus waning) como agua para agave. Saguaro with pot-smack holes, a nest ...

This next poem is the latest from the scrawl of my algebra notebook. I really love it, and I don't know why. I guess I love it because it is ...

Miasma I think: this mire is only made for one— for me, for blood that pulses through my limbs. I watch the fog that leaves all hope undone, and cry, ...

This piece is actually untitled. I put it here because it does tell a story. It's autobiographical, dealing with a trip I took to Belize and the death of a ...

Poor little Ingrid no one found her pretty, not in those bulging eyes or bent teeth teeth that looked pulled by pliers every night for five years straight. That little ...

EDIT: Second draft. All comments, crits, and such welcome. Divining Catacombs I. venery Winged Hermes gave chase but missed the window of opportunity as Apollo sigh-slipped into her coffin. the ...

Soul Dance Dance Dance ‘til your heart erupts out of your chest And foxtrots over the moon: One two three, one two three- Relentlessly seizing your emotions And baring your ...

Oh white castles and murder Take me in as our sins wash away our sanity Lust broken into writhed glass Our love, a toxic muse. I lay on the floor ...

I hate existententialism: the way it smears the colors, the flowers like Monet in more of a sunset horizon that hinges the dark and light between us into ink stains ...

Sometimes I dream that I can smell sea air again – Can taste roses that Melt like sugar in my mouth And your kisses Were never so salty those nights ...

Honey, where are you tonight? The stars are aligned and I can feel your fire in my soul. The light show of lovesick lullabies kept me awake for hours - ...

Paw-Paw Picking For Jamie Next to my pillowed head, your hair tousled, images of bramble bird nest. You never slept straight, your long limbs tossed about and bent weirdly and ...