Young Writers Project

Weekly On

VPR partners with Young Writers Project to present selections of the work of young writers, photographers and artists in Vermont.

Each week, VPR features a submission - an essay, poem, fiction of nonfiction - accompanied by a photo or illustration from the Young Writers Project.

The Young Writers Project provides VPR's audience another avenue to hear and read selections from Vermont's young writers. The thoughts and ideas expressed here are the writers' own and do not necessarily reflect those of Vermont Public Radio.

The collaboration is organized by Susan Reid of Young Writers Project and Vermont Public Radio.

Young Writers Project: Prayers

Oct 5, 2016
Courtesy, Susan Reid

This is a prayer for the fish I never caught

in the pond at my friend’s ninth birthday.

Young Writers Project: She, Next To You, Next To Me

Oct 3, 2016
Courtesy, Susan Reid

She was sitting next to you and you were next to me,
legs intertwined, bare or covered with jeans.
Hands taking our weight, pressed down on the porch,
we turned over our palms and saw the grooves.
It was just another early autumn day.
Breeze blew our hair back and you lifted up your face to feel it.
She smiled at you and we renewed our oaths
to marry at the same time and call the kids our names.
Almost all of us had painted toenails, except for you.
You had an ankle bracelet that she and I had braided.
There's water down below us.

Young Writers Project: Another Poem About Fall

Sep 26, 2016
Courtesy, Susan Reid

The season that peeks its head
Through the doors of summer
Then darts back out again,
And the wood nearly closes on your fingers
For trying to catch it.

Young Writers Project: Fake Love

Sep 19, 2016
Courtesy, Young Writers Project

Fake Love

By Grace Brouillette

Grade 10, Essex High School

You said
That you would always be
With me,
With me.
But you
Never wanted me,
Not really,
Only wanted to play the game.

Young Writers Project: Who Will You Be?

Sep 19, 2016
Courtesy, Susan Reid

Let's sit down on a mountaintop

And take in all the people.

Let's look down and smile

Upon our fantastic equals

Going about their everyday lives

Through pain that's unimaginable.

Yet we refuse to open our eyes.

See, in this wonderful, wonderful life

It's hard to know if we matter at all,

If being a good person is really important.

Young Writers Project: Hello/Goodbye

Sep 2, 2016
Courtesy, Hannah Frasure

Hello new classrooms with bright, shiny pencils.

Goodbye old carpets with scattered, worn-down leads.

Hello new bus routes with unfamiliar faces.

Young Writers Project: Chill Piano

Aug 30, 2016
Young Writers Project

When people ask me, “What music do you listen to?"
I want to say,
“Have you ever heard a piano,
over sparkling drinking and 
confided conversations?
No, not that fast piano, or that happy piano,
but calm,
chill piano,
a walk down a nighttime street,
or a lazy morning,
or a breeze,
or a thought,
but a lost one. Not found quite yet.
There's still some mystery in it.
That's my favorite."

Young Writers Project: I Love You Sally

Aug 19, 2016
Young Writers Project

"I Love You Sally"
by Emily Smyth

Young Writers Project: Race Card Discarded

Aug 16, 2016
Young Writers Project

Perhaps, as a Chinese-Iranian-American girl

and a member of not one,

not two,

Young Writers Project: No More You

Aug 8, 2016
Young Writers Project

After my grandfather's funeral I called him,

just so I could hear his voice one last time.

Young Writers Project: Used To

Aug 1, 2016
Alison Redlich for Young Writers Project

I remember a time when words came easily. 
I used to know
how words worked;
how they fell from my pen like
the first tentative flakes of winter

Young Writers Project: A Word From A Proud Luddite

Jul 25, 2016
Courtesy, Susan Reid

I have always disliked the Internet. I know it has become a renowned part of our world and our society, supposedly giving us opportunities for connection and fame. I don't deny that; if I did, I would be a hypocrite. For instance, Young Writers Project would not exist on the same magnitude, and many people would not have had this great opportunity to share their voices. The Internet gives us places where we can meet people online, and connect with others like us. It gives us easy access to learn and spread information. It is a great tool, if used correctly.

Young Writers Project: Balance Beam

Jul 11, 2016
Alison Redlich for Young Writers Project

Balance Beam
By Hawa Adam

Gym class 2009.
A young girl steps in to face her biggest fear yet.
She thinks to herself,
nothing can hold her back from this kind of success,
can tell her she can’t do it,

Young Writers Project: Hide And Seek

Jul 5, 2016

I want to know you but
you are hidden behind clouds of smoke,
buried under a thousand identical Genesee cans,

Young Writers Project: Furious

Jun 13, 2016
Alison Redlich

What makes me furious?
It’s not the magazines and pop culture that influence us all in such negative ways, with all of the pictures of what “beauty” is, followed by an article about how to starve yourself to look just like the model.
No, it’s not that.

Young Writers Project: Teacher to Student/Student to Teacher- Winning/Losing

Jun 6, 2016

To fail me, is to fail everything.
To fail me is to lose.

Young Writers Project: Veterans

May 30, 2016
Courtesy, Susan Reid

You sprint up a beach
to fight a fight.
Forget about life,
and do what is right.
Protect your brother
for our nation.

Young Writers Project: Allegro

May 23, 2016
Courtesy, Susan Reid

I find light in the way you hum a melody and look to me for the words.
My heart is brimming and overflows more often than my eyes these days.
I never thought I would see this day,

Young Writers Project: Cold

May 16, 2016
Photo courtesy of Susan Reid.

Daen moved slowly through the woods. Quietly, so the crunching of the snow beneath his boots was almost imperceptible, he prowled between the trees. His frozen cloak glittered in the faint moonlight. Like a phantasmal wolf, he glided on the ice, shining sword held before him like an eerily beautiful fang. Daen danced to the melody of snow and frost, lost to the song of cold and darkness.

Young Writers Project: Never Coming Back

May 9, 2016
Courtesy, Susan Reid

Sitting by a lifeless form.
No idea that when we got back,
he would be gone.
Never knowing