92nd St Y recently digitized this reading from 1986 of Brigit Pegeen Kelly, who won the YSYP the following year. See more on 92Y
Yale University Press is pleased to announce a winner in the 2016 Yale Series of Younger Poets competition. The judge, prize-winning and critically acclaimed poet Carl Phillips, has chosen Airea D. Matthews’s manuscript, simulacra. Series judge Carl Phillips says: “Rebellion is the first word that comes to mind, when reading simulacra, Airea Matthews’s rollicking, destabilizing,...
Yale University Press is pleased to announce a winner in the 2015 Yale Series of Younger Poets competition. The judge, prize-winning and critically acclaimed poet Carl Phillips, has chosen Noah Warren’s manuscript, The Destroyer in the Glass. Series judge Carl Phillips says: “The Destroyer in the Glass impresses at once with its wedding of intellect, heart,...
Yale University Press had the pleasure of interviewing Eryn Green, whose anthology, Eruv, won the Yale Series of Younger Poets competition in 2013. Here, we discussed about the life of a poet and the relevance of poetry in today’s modern society. Yale University Press: What prompted you to start writing? And why poetry in particular as opposed to prose?...
Yale University Press had the pleasure of interviewing Will Schutt, whose anthology, Westerly, won the Yale Series of Younger Poets competition in 2012. Here, we discussed about writing poetry and the relevance of poetry in today’s modern society. Yale University Press: What prompted you to start writing? And why poetry in particular as opposed to prose? Will Schutt: I had...
New Haven—Yale University Press is pleased to announce a winner in the 2014 Yale Series of Younger Poets competition. The judge, prize-winning and critically acclaimed poet Carl Phillips, has chosen Ansel Elkins’s manuscript, BLUE YODEL. “Through her arresting use of persona, in particular, Ansel Elkins reminds us of the pivotal role of compassion in understanding others...
1 An all-night barbeque. A dance on the courthouse lawn. The radio aches a little tune that tells the story of what the night is thinking. It’s thinking of love. It’s thinking of stabbing us to death and leaving our bodies in a dumpster. That’s a nice touch, stains in the night, whiskey and kisses...
Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again. How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running until they forget that they are horses. It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere, it’s more like...
1 I watched TV. I had a Coke at the bar. I had four dreams in a row where you were burned, about to burn, or still on fire. I watched TV. I had a Coke at the bar. I had four Cokes, four...
Saying Your Names Chemical names, bird names, names of fire and flight and snow, baby names, paint names, delicate names like bones in the body, Rumplestiltskin names that are always changing, names that no one’s ever able to figure out. Names of spells and names of hexes, names cursed quietly under the breath, or called...
Road Music 1 The eye stretches to the horizon and then must continue up. Anything past the horizon is invisible, it can only be imagined. You want to see the future but you only see the sky. Fluffy clouds. Look—white fluffy clouds. Looking back is easy for a while and then looking back...
1 There are two twins on motorbikes but one is farther up the road, beyond the hairpin turn, or just before it, depending on which twin you are in love with at the time. Do not choose sides yet. It is still to your advan- tage to remain impartial. Both motorbikes are shiny red and...
