Sarah Joy YA was created in the summer of 2008 in order to create a journal which would be the voice of young adult writers and young adults across the world. The goal of the journal is to recognize new young adult writers as well as to include already published authors. Mostly, we are looking for amazingly-written, engaging pieces that have something to say and say it well!

Sarah Joy YA publishes poetry, fiction, drama, creative and academic nonfiction and literary reviews. Genre fiction is discouraged, but we are open to stories that are FAN-tastic, even if that means bending the rules just a bit. Traditional or experimental pieces are encouraged as long as the story is WONderful (are you sensing the theme here?).

New issues will include interviews with published authors on writing practice and craft. If you would like to be interviewed, please contact by email at the address shown below. Sarah Joy YA is non-profit which basically means you will not get paid for being published in this journal. SORRY! If you are a person or an organization who is interested in sponsorship or in making a donation, please contact Sarah at sarahjoyyas@yahoo.com.

We welcome contact from publishers who may be seeking reviews of upcoming or recently-issued books. All questions should be directed to sarahjoyyas@yahoo.com.

Postal correspondance may be directed to:

Sarah Joy Freese

465 S. Wright St.

Lakewood, CO 80228

Feel free to submit online or via snail mail. If you submit via snail mail, please enlose a self-addressed stamped envelope. Your manuscript will not be returned unless you include a envelope with enough room and postage to do so.

Thank you and hApPy WrItInG!

 

I’m getting sick of this

Staying up ’til 2.

No sleep, no peace, no resilience

No place of nothingness where I can rest, far away from the strict numbers

And the masses and their laws and flaws and claws

Coming to scratch my brains out

All numbered, all accounted for, all pointless.

A flit of paperwork in a heavy white pulpstorm

That won’t stop beating papercuts over my head.

First I’m a frog.

This’ll be a joke

I’ll lick it up like a fly and it’ll be done with

Then I’m a butterfly

Maybe it’s not so easy

Maybe if I just take a break and do something else.

Later, after it’s too late,

I’m an owl.

My faith returned, caffeine pumping strong in my veins,

I’ll stay awake as long as I have to.

I’m too smart and diligent to let it get the best of me.

Hours later, I’m sleepless

A dreary grey raccoon,

Eyes bloodshot, I don’t care anymore

Whether or not I go to college

A good life just isn’t worth this hell.

Maybe I can use my limited knowledge to

Transform a few reactants into arsenic.

…but I’m too tired to go to all that trouble

so I go to sleep, and hope I never wake up tomorrow.

Though I always do,

To a needy bit of brain-death

Which is only partly new,

And suspended disbelief with blind faith in

The future… a future of six more years which I’m suddenly not

Looking forward to anymore…

Sarah Browne is in her senior year of high school and looking forward to college, most likely at one of the University of California schools. She enjoys writing (obviously), playing guitar, and photography. Also, she just lost the game.