Young Writers: Submit to Intersections Mag!

Hello everyone!

It’s been a couple months since the online youth literary magazine I founded, Intersections, released its first issue. We are accepting submissions for our second issue at the moment– poetry, prose, and cover art accepted from youth ages 13 and up (up to college students so our age limits are a little vague). We’re looking for work that deals with the complexity of young people’s experiences in our current world, work that addresses current events, serious topics, and strong emotions.

If you would like to learn more about our mission and read our first issue, you can visit our website here. You can follow our work @intersectionslitmag on Instagram as well.

Please consider submitting and feel free to leave questions about the magazine in the comments! I would love to answer them directly, or I could even do a Q&A/FAQ post regarding starting the magazine if anyone would be interested.

Stay safe and healthy out there– and submit to Intersections!

Brooke

Driving Back – Poem by Me

Sun just came up, I'm driving
on the freeway catching glimpses

of buildings I haven't seen
in so long, waiting to pull into

that same parking lot, music
from five years ago blaring out

of the stereo. I'd like to think
I've changed a lot, but perhaps

it's time to accept what remains.
Waiting to run into someone, to

experience something new
in a place so familiar, there's

no real reason to be out and about.
The light shines through my dirty

windows, stale raindrop marks
blur my view and I remember

winter is already gone.

I hope you enjoyed this piece! It’s crazy how fast time is going by– before we know it, spring break will be upon us (or so I hope). I’m back at school now and there’s definitely a shift in energy overall. I hope you all are having a good 2021 so far. Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.

Brooke

Cold Sun – Poem by Me

Waiting for the light to wash away
the winter, the sun kisses us but doesn't

warm. Shadows remind us it's still
cold. Birds chirp threads that follow us

as we walk, tied to our wrists. 
We keep walking, waiting for heat

to come, expecting it to walk up
to us and say hello because we're ready

to move on. Time to fly away into 
a cloudless sky, far from here

and the sun can finally grace our limbs.

I hope you enjoyed this short piece! It’s mainly inspired by being ready to move on from this chapter of life and make the most of the new year. I actually want the “cold” (it’s definitely not that cold here in California) to stay, but I am ready for the seasons to change and new opportunities to come to light. Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.

Brooke

Signs of Change – Poem by Me

The slight chill of the last of winter here
bites at our chins in the morning, but

the sun always shines through and the skies
are cloudless even now. Walks in the park

flush our faces just enough, and warmth
rushes through our veins when we go back

inside. Remember the feeling of cold: it is
fleeting and soon the heat will envelop you

day after day, like it does every year. 

I hope you enjoyed this short piece! It sums up how I feel about the changing of seasons– although it’s definitely still winter, it’s already starting to feel a bit sunnier and warmer (not that it was ever very cold or gloomy) where I live. I’m in slight mourning of the fact we’ve only had one rainy day so far. Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.

Brooke

Wandering Closer – Poem by Me

The moon is full and high, its yellowed
light bringing out the shadows in your face.

A new cycle will begin, but we wade deeper
into the woods and wait for nothing-- anything--

something to approach. The darkness 
is comforting, only because we know

more light is coming, will stream through 
the trees and highlight our hair, nature's

knowing smirk like a flashlight upon our
own tired smiles. The sun is rising, just not

here yet. Something is coming, hope is coming,
so we lie in wait.

I hope you enjoyed this piece! It was mainly inspired by the new year beginning, and the shift in energy that always comes with that. Let’s devote ourselves to making 2021 a good one, and making our dreams come true! (I promise I’m not normally this cheesy.) Please feel free to leave feedback or writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.

Brooke