Potential Titles: Dean Young
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somethingdarkerHanging themselves in each other's strings - Dean Young "Acceptance Speech"
Easily identifiable beneath the funny mask - Dean Young "Acceptance Speech"
The grinding of a multiplicity throwing off sparks - Dean Young "Acceptance Speech"
A capsized canoe full of mathematicians - Dean Young "Acceptance Speech"
A bow about to launch the killer astrolabe - Dean Young "Acceptance Speech"
How about climbing a ladder of fire? - Dean Young "Acceptance Speech"
An unwedging at the scapulas scattering birds - Dean Young "Age of Discovery" [Poetry, January 1988]
Who's spent his life trying to photograph ghosts - Dean Young "Age of Discovery" [Poetry, January 1988]
A plethora of forces bound and unbinding within us - Dean Young "Age of Discovery" [Poetry, January 1988]
All the Vatican sparrows killed so he could pray - Dean Young "Age of Discovery" [Poetry, January 1988]
Which firmly lurched every center towards ruin - Dean Young "Age of Discovery" [Poetry, January 1988]
Each of us roams our own locked cell of perception - Dean Young "Age of Discovery" [Poetry, January 1988]
Shake our star-pricked shell apart, cracks radiating out - Dean Young "Age of Discovery" [Poetry, January 1988]
The paths some thoughts blaze in the brain - Dean Young "Age of Discovery" [Poetry, January 1988]
A tracing of lightning, fire or blood in the body - Dean Young "Age of Discovery" [Poetry, January 1988]
Shaking grains against the three wired bones of my inner ear - Dean Young "Age of Discovery" [Poetry, January 1988]
Two brief blips of wet electricity - Dean Young "Age of Discovery" [Poetry, January 1988]
The nexus of error that is my thought - Dean Young "Age of Discovery" [Poetry, January 1988]
Reality is approximately 65% if - Dean Young "Belief in Magic" [Poetry July/August 2014]
All rivers are full of sky - Dean Young "Belief in Magic" [Poetry July/August 2014]
A single gem has throbbed in my chest my whole life - Dean Young "Belief in Magic" [Poetry July/August 2014]
Even though this is my second heart - Dean Young "Belief in Magic" [Poetry July/August 2014]
Cut out in pieces and incinerated - Dean Young "Belief in Magic" [Poetry July/August 2014]
Until all you're holding is a curl of ash - Dean Young "Belief in Magic" [Poetry July/August 2014]
Intimate negotiations and sorry confessions - Dean Young "Bird-Shaped Cliff"
Would take word form from excited electrons - Dean Young "Bird-Shaped Cliff"
Riding off into the moonlessly blue chaparral - Dean Young "Bird-Shaped Cliff"
Frescos flake away as sleet holds us in its teeth - Dean Young "Bronzed" [Poetry April 2005]
The crickets who think it's evening all afternoon - Dean Young "Colophon"
Lapped at the hips of too many flowers - Dean Young "Colophon"
Go on hunting, one secret closing, another ensuing - Dean Young "Colophon"
Getting stuck in a puddle of dish soap - Dean Young "Colophon"
Reading far past the last paragraph into the back blank page - Dean Young "Colophon"
Ravening scouts autumnal with hunger beyond any sipping - Dean Young "Colophon"
Beyond the hive's teeming factory's needs - Dean Young "Colophon"
Reddest, softest island of my last planet, last aureola - Dean Young "Colophon"
Each leaf woke in orange outcry - Dean Young "Colophon"
Bodies of fire becoming bodies of air - Dean Young "Colophon"
Pediatrics every morning and toxicology by happy hour - Dean Young "Crash Test Dummies of an Imperfect God" [Poetry Nov. 2011]
The same stars whisking themselves further off - Dean Young "Dear Bob," [Poetry Nov. 2011]
Same chamomile crushed underfoot - Dean Young "Dear Bob," [Poetry Nov. 2011]
In that first dream there was none - Dean Young "Dear Bob," [Poetry Nov. 2011]
Served for our reception in the devastation - Dean Young "Dear Friend" [Poetry Feb. 2006]
Every bird knows only two notes - Dean Young "Dear Friend" [Poetry Feb. 2006]
When your head splits open and the bird flies out - Dean Young "Dear Friend" [Poetry Feb. 2006]
The sea that breathed two times a day - Dean Young "Dear Friend" [Poetry Feb. 2006]
My nightmares are your confetti - Dean Young "Dear Reader," [Poetry Dec. 2004]
Then night is no one's problem - Dean Young "Dear Reader," [Poetry Dec. 2004]
God opening his box of fish-hooks - Dean Young "Dear Reader," [Poetry Dec. 2004]
Heaving kelp at the sunken city's face - Dean Young "Easy as Falling Down Stairs" [Poetry Nov. 2007]
Gladness somersaulting from the eaves - Dean Young "Easy as Falling Down Stairs" [Poetry Nov. 2007]
Some crank in me tightens the whirly-spring - Dean Young "Easy as Falling Down Stairs" [Poetry Nov. 2007]
The unknown's display of emeralds closes in an hour - Dean Young "Easy as Falling Down Stairs" [Poetry Nov. 2007]
The fireworks' formula has changed - Dean Young "Easy as Falling Down Stairs" [Poetry Nov. 2007]
An airplane to connect you to the sky - Dean Young "Elegy on a Toy Piano" [Poetry Oct. 2003]
Connecting you to what can't be grasped - Dean Young "Elegy on a Toy Piano" [Poetry Oct. 2003]
About this, even diamonds do not lie - Dean Young "Elegy on a Toy Piano" [Poetry Oct. 2003]
Naked in his garden insisting on angels - Dean Young "Emerald Spider Between Rose Thorns" [Poetry April 2013]
Coming home with my new heart - Dean Young "Emerald Spider Between Rose Thorns" [Poetry April 2013]
In this rainbow-gored, crickety world - Dean Young "Emerald Spider Between Rose Thorns" [Poetry April 2013]
Singing in the furnace feral and sweet - Dean Young "Emerald Spider Between Rose Thorns" [Poetry April 2013]
To get drunk on a single whiff - Dean Young "Emerald Spider Between Rose Thorns" [Poetry April 2013]
Lie down with lava and rise with snow - Dean Young "Everyday Escapees" [Poetry April 2013]
And aren't we all pedestrians of air? - Dean Young "Everyday Escapees" [Poetry April 2013]
All wrong to turn our backs on the ocean - Dean Young "Everyday Escapees" [Poetry April 2013]
Tapping a peanut to signal a squirrel - Dean Young "Flamenco" [Poetry July/Aug. 2007]
A collection of eternal accidents - Dean Young "Flamenco" [Poetry July/Aug. 2007]
My ghost eating mulberries in a tree - Dean Young "Flamenco" [Poetry July/Aug. 2007]
Trying to poke through a mousehole in the cosmos - Dean Young "Flamenco" [Poetry July/Aug. 2007]
Feeding stray shadows only attracts more shadows - Dean Young "Folklore"
Starve a fever, shatter a glass house - Dean Young "Folklore"
People often mistake thirst for hunger - Dean Young "Folklore"
Both in terms of habitation and rhyme - Dean Young "Folklore"
Always leave yourself time to get lost - Dean Young "Folklore"
Get used to nothing answering back - Dean Young "Folklore"
Muted TVs advertising miracle knives and spot removers - Dean Young "Folklore"
Up here, we make our own darkness - Dean Young "Folklore"
Faces torn and reglued upside-down - Dean Young "Glider" [Poetry Oct. 2003]
Because of its proximity to oblivion - Dean Young "Hammer"
Having so recently come from oblivion itself - Dean Young "Hammer"
Finding hammers by sides of roads, in snow - Dean Young "Hammer"
Dandelion broth instead of duck soup - Dean Young "Handy Guide" [Poetry Nov. 2011]
Minor adjustments in our equations - Dean Young "Handy Guide" [Poetry Nov. 2011]
If it's raw, forge it in fire - Dean Young "Handy Guide" [Poetry Nov. 2011]
The heart of a scarecrow isn't symmetrical - Dean Young "Handy Guide" [Poetry Nov. 2011]
My dragon may be your neurotoxin - Dean Young "Handy Guide" [Poetry Nov. 2011]
Your electrocardiogram may be my fortune cookie - Dean Young "Handy Guide" [Poetry Nov. 2011]
Where he had thrown some of his sadness - Dean Young "He Said Turn Here"
Sadness which sometimes corrodes his friends - Dean Young "He Said Turn Here"
Surrounded by more and more space - Dean Young "He Said Turn Here"
At its core an engine like a bee inside a lily - Dean Young "He Said Turn Here"
The shapes we asked to bent into - Dean Young "Human Lot" [Poetry Oct. 2009]
Wind wants to make me correct something - Dean Young "Human Lot" [Poetry Oct. 2009]
Something needs to be pushed further from the sun - Dean Young "Human Lot" [Poetry Oct. 2009]
The usual calm disaster of getting out of bed - Dean Young "Human Lot" [Poetry Oct. 2009]
This glass sparkle at the end of a dark hall - Dean Young "Human Lot" [Poetry Oct. 2009]
A name to wake into and music to sleep through - Dean Young "Human Lot" [Poetry Oct. 2009]
I believe your betrayals were inadvertent - Dean Young "Human Lot" [Poetry Oct. 2009]
To find out if my heart is unruined - Dean Young "Human Lot" [Poetry Oct. 2009]
Everything a field of energy caused by human projection - Dean Young "I Am But a Traveller in this Land & Know Little of Its Ways"
Surrounds the soccer field of what if - Dean Young "I Am But a Traveller in this Land & Know Little of Its Ways"
Knows the discrepancies between idea and fact - Dean Young "I Am But a Traveller in this Land & Know Little of Its Ways"
Astrologists and Presbyterians agree for different reasons - Dean Young "I Am But a Traveller in this Land & Know Little of Its Ways"
Fall down the stairs with a birthday cake - Dean Young "I Am But a Traveller in this Land & Know Little of Its Ways"
Try to fit a blunderbuss into a laptop - Dean Young "I Am But a Traveller in this Land & Know Little of Its Ways"
Too late to ask Kafka what he thinks - Dean Young "I Am But a Traveller in this Land & Know Little of Its Ways"
A box of ash, a handshake, and the rest is your problem - Dean Young "I Am But a Traveller in this Land & Know Little of Its Ways"
Touches a bush in which birds are singing - Dean Young "I Am But a Traveller in this Land & Know Little of Its Ways"
Useless for gift wrapping and relay races - Dean Young "I Said Yes but I Meant No" [Poetry Oct. 2003]
Then as you venture forth to boil water - Dean Young "I Said Yes but I Meant No" [Poetry Oct. 2003]
Important not to let variance become too extreme - Dean Young "I Said Yes but I Meant No" [Poetry Oct. 2003]
As great storms upon drought-stricken land - Dean Young "I Said Yes but I Meant No" [Poetry Oct. 2003]
Plentiful with opportunities of negative effect - Dean Young "I Said Yes but I Meant No" [Poetry Oct. 2003]
Yet the very same may backfire - Dean Young "I Said Yes but I Meant No" [Poetry Oct. 2003]
An end is always punishment for a beginning - Dean Young "The Infirmament"
A flinty space opens in your head - Dean Young "The Infirmament"
After a long night of laughter and wine - Dean Young "The Infirmament"
Sometimes fire must be punished by light - Dean Young "The Infirmament"
Resembling the terrible things we believe about ourselves - Dean Young "The Infirmament"
Which is how the continents are made and broken - Dean Young "The Infirmament"
Escorting our sentences back and forth - Dean Young "Interference & Delivery" [Poetry, January 1988]
The scrape of electrons in our voices turned small - Dean Young "Interference & Delivery" [Poetry, January 1988]
Energetic fossils of a Big Bang - Dean Young "Interference & Delivery" [Poetry, January 1988]
The lonely woe of quantum mechanics - Dean Young "Interference & Delivery" [Poetry, January 1988]
Impossible to have a reasonable relation with the self - Dean Young "Look at Quintillions Ripen'd & Look at Quintillions Green"
Half libidinous ether, half dirt full of soldiers' blood - Dean Young "Look at Quintillions Ripen'd & Look at Quintillions Green"
A mountain with no roads or roadsigns - Dean Young "Look at Quintillions Ripen'd & Look at Quintillions Green"
Tightrope walkers mending nets - Dean Young "Look at Quintillions Ripen'd & Look at Quintillions Green"
Of never going up and never sliding down - Dean Young "Look at Quintillions Ripen'd & Look at Quintillions Green"
Consumed with light too bright to see by - Dean Young "Look at Quintillions Ripen'd & Look at Quintillions Green"
You can read almost anything about angels - Dean Young "Lucifer"
Pornographic magazines ported into the redwoods - Dean Young "Lucifer"
Turning in the cogs of the clockworks - Dean Young "Lucifer"
The frolicking despair of repeating decimals - Dean Young "Lucifer"
The impurities of darkness sometimes called stars - Dean Young "Lucifer"
Assignations, divorces conducted between rooftops - Dean Young "Lucifer"
Discharged blandishing cardboard signs by the exits - Dean Young "Lucifer"
Coppers and silvers and radiant traces - Dean Young "Lucifer"
There are no transitions, only falls - Dean Young "Lucifer"
Partaking of the glowing exfoliating cleanup - Dean Young "The New Optimism" [Poetry Oct. 2010]
Canvases of crushed lightbulbs and screws in paste - Dean Young "Peach Farm" [Poetry June 2012]
Two more versions of never hearing from someone again - Dean Young "Peach Farm" [Poetry June 2012]
Not just flight from quadratic equations - Dean Young "Peach Farm" [Poetry June 2012]
Everyone wants out of the spider's stomach - Dean Young "Peach Farm" [Poetry June 2012]
Angel of ten dollar bills found in the dryer - Dean Young "Peach Farm" [Poetry June 2012]
Long as you're here, you're one of us - Dean Young "Peach Farm" [Poetry June 2012]
Like a gladiola, its true flower is invisible - Dean Young "Permitted a Meadow" [Poetry Oct. 2017]
A few of the demons dwelling beneath the earth - Dean Young "Permitted a Meadow" [Poetry Oct. 2017]
Any song that never leaves the lungs - Dean Young "Permitted a Meadow" [Poetry Oct. 2017]
All us animals garlanded and belled - Dean Young "Permitted a Meadow" [Poetry Oct. 2017]
And my body isn't even surprised - Dean Young "Quiet Grass, Green Stone"
Waiting for the god under the anthill to speak - Dean Young "Quiet Grass, Green Stone"
Come out of the ocean in their parliamentary regalia - Dean Young "Quiet Grass, Green Stone"
And the jackal-headed god to weigh my heart - Dean Young "Quiet Grass, Green Stone"
In just a few moments pours itself into darkness - Dean Young "Quiet Grass, Green Stone"
If I had to pick between shadows and essences - Dean Young "Romanticism 101" [Poetry July/August 2014]
In this greeny entanglement of breaths - Dean Young "Romanticism 101" [Poetry July/August 2014]
And realized rockabilly would never go away - Dean Young "Romanticism 101" [Poetry July/August 2014]
We were all chasing nothing - Dean Young "Romanticism 101" [Poetry July/August 2014]
Realized repetition could be an ending - Dean Young "Romanticism 101" [Poetry July/August 2014]
What counts as a proper goodbye? - Dean Young "Scarecrow on Fire"
Suspended over a drop into nothingness - Dean Young "Scarecrow on Fire"
What one is stitching is a human heart - Dean Young "Scarecrow on Fire"
Whenever you put your feet on the floor - Dean Young "Scarecrow on Fire"
Some architectural details about Batman's cape - Dean Young "Sean Penn Anti-Ode" [Poetry July 2006]
My books are full of mistakes - Dean Young "Selected Recent and New Errors" [Poetry July/August 2008]
As if correct spelling is what could stop the conveyor belt - Dean Young "Selected Recent and New Errors" [Poetry July/August 2008]
An ignored view of the river pretending to be asleep - Dean Young "Selected Recent and New Errors" [Poetry July/August 2008]
Pretending to have insight into its muddy self - Dean Young "Selected Recent and New Errors" [Poetry July/August 2008]
My errors are even bigger than that - Dean Young "Selected Recent and New Errors" [Poetry July/August 2008]
Longer than a life held together by the twisted silver - Dean Young "Selected Recent and New Errors" [Poetry July/August 2008]
The twisted silver baling wire of deception and stealth - Dean Young "Selected Recent and New Errors" [Poetry July/August 2008]
On mornings when I hope you forget my name - Dean Young "Selected Recent and New Errors" [Poetry July/August 2008]
The high wet weeds that don't have names either - Dean Young "Selected Recent and New Errors" [Poetry July/August 2008]
The strength to eat the eyes first - Dean Young "Shamanism 101"
Tear into the fuse box of the chest and soar away - Dean Young "Shamanism 101"
Cowered under the shadow of my father - Dean Young "Shamanism 101"
Dying indebted not knowing to what - Dean Young "Shamanism 101"
Afraid of what I was co-signing - Dean Young "Shamanism 101"
Charges across the desert cognizant of the futility - Dean Young "Shamanism 101"
To bite the haunch of some passing perfume - Dean Young "Shamanism 101"
Following a trail of one or two molecules - Dean Young "Shamanism 101"
Leaving a trail of one or two molecules - Dean Young "Shamanism 101"
Push ourselves away from this quiet - Dean Young "Sleep Cycle"
Even in our sprees of inattention - Dean Young "Sleep Cycle"
Vaguer divinities blocking your way - Dean Young "Sleep Cycle"
With its need to confess all its botched attempts - Dean Young "Sleep Cycle"
Men playing timed chess with themselves - Dean Young "Sleep Cycle"
Guarantees and warnings that entice us to the brink - Dean Young "Sleep Cycle"
Entice us to the brink of what they warn about - Dean Young "Sleep Cycle"
Immaculate, bereft, deserving to be found - Dean Young "Sleep Cycle"
Years before burning up in the atmosphere - Dean Young "Sneeze Ode" [Poetry July 2006]
The best gods can do for visitation - Dean Young "Sneeze Ode" [Poetry July 2006]
Being sad is a form of exsanguination - Dean Young "So the Grasses Grow" [Poetry April 2005]
A spider quadrupling in my chest - Dean Young "So the Grasses Grow" [Poetry April 2005]
Divert yourself with 19th century Russian novels - Dean Young "So the Grasses Grow" [Poetry April 2005]
By the prints they'll leave in the sand and snow - Dean Young "So the Grasses Grow" [Poetry April 2005]
Without you there would be no beauty - Dean Young "So the Grasses Grow" [Poetry April 2005]
No nitrogen cycle or atmosphere or cantaloupe - Dean Young "So the Grasses Grow" [Poetry April 2005]
See beyond the islands of forever - Dean Young "Son of Fog" [Poetry April 2005]
No competition for brightness - Dean Young "Son of Fog" [Poetry April 2005]
No Byron for your Shelley - Dean Young "Son of Fog" [Poetry April 2005]
No Juno eclipsing your Athena - Dean Young "Son of Fog" [Poetry April 2005]
No bridge statement about bringing unity - Dean Young "Son of Fog" [Poetry April 2005]
All the thought balloons are blank - Dean Young "Son of Fog" [Poetry April 2005]
Seeds in the rattle of mortality - Dean Young "Son of Fog" [Poetry April 2005]
Fog has been blotting paper to my tears - Dean Young "Son of Fog" [Poetry April 2005]
At the edge of a drop that doesn't answer back - Dean Young "Son of Fog" [Poetry April 2005]
The sun goes down on the ruined battlements - Dean Young "Speech Therapy" [Poetry Oct. 2010]
The ugly duckling remained ugly - Dean Young "Speech Therapy" [Poetry Oct. 2010]
The day taking on the sheen of a stone - Dean Young "Speech Therapy" [Poetry Oct. 2010]
Skipped between the breakers jubilant and sunk - Dean Young "Speech Therapy" [Poetry Oct. 2010]
Whoever tuned the radio to rain - Dean Young "Spring Reign"
Who spilled the strong-willed wine - Dean Young "Spring Reign"
Taking a test and running out of time - Dean Young "Spring Reign"
Guilty of crimes we didn't commit - Dean Young "Spring Reign"
Beginning a new life as rot - Dean Young "Spring Reign"
The dial turned to green downpour - Dean Young "Spring Reign"
Who somehow have found a sip of water - Dean Young "To Those of You Alive in the Future" [Poetry Oct. 2009]
Ghosts in a world made brief with flowers - Dean Young "To Those of You Alive in the Future" [Poetry Oct. 2009]
The stung beekeeper gathering honey - Dean Young "To Those of You Alive in the Future" [Poetry Oct. 2009]
Was scoured further from her own mind - Dean Young "To Those of You Alive in the Future" [Poetry Oct. 2009]
Curses torn apart by the large invisible indifference - Dean Young "To Those of You Alive in the Future" [Poetry Oct. 2009]
Tried to hold fire on our tongues - Dean Young "To Those of You Alive in the Future" [Poetry Oct. 2009]
Engagement rings in the pawnshop - Dean Young "To Those of You Alive in the Future" [Poetry Oct. 2009]
Chunks of ice tugged by bickering currents - Dean Young "To Those of You Alive in the Future" [Poetry Oct. 2009]
Pulled from wide infernos of stone - Dean Young "To Those of You Alive in the Future" [Poetry Oct. 2009]
No guidance system wired inside me yet - Dean Young "To Those of You Alive in the Future" [Poetry Oct. 2009]
Others were dark and always silent - Dean Young "To Those of You Alive in the Future" [Poetry Oct. 2009]
What are my frauds but nudged along misunderstandings? - Dean Young "Undertow" [ Poetry Nov. 2007]
Can't believe I ever worried about my betrayals - Dean Young "Undertow" [ Poetry Nov. 2007]
Not the only one suffering an identity crisis - Dean Young "Undertow" [ Poetry Nov. 2007]
To wake shouting in the mansion of the night - Dean Young "Undertow" [ Poetry Nov. 2007]
Kissing all those strangers, forgiving them - Dean Young "Undertow" [ Poetry Nov. 2007]
What a stricken elixir I've become - Dean Young "Undertow" [ Poetry Nov. 2007]
Through its head swim a million fishes - Dean Young "Undertow" [ Poetry Nov. 2007]
Every leash snapped, every contract void - Dean Young "Winged Purposes" [Poetry Feb. 2009]
Can sleep into afternoon and still wake soaring - Dean Young "Winged Purposes" [Poetry Feb. 2009]
Dream-figments then are gone like breath-prints - Dean Young "Winged Purposes" [Poetry Feb. 2009]
Breath-prints on a window, handwriting in snow - Dean Young "Winged Purposes" [Poetry Feb. 2009]
Voices hurtling into outer space - Dean Young "Winged Purposes" [Poetry Feb. 2009]
Whitman out past Neptune - Dean Young "Winged Purposes" [Poetry Feb. 2009]
Dickinson retreating yet getting brighter - Dean Young "Winged Purposes" [Poetry Feb. 2009]
Barefoot across hot sand into the sea's hovering - Dean Young "Winged Purposes" [Poetry Feb. 2009]
The heart's a useless sliver in a glacier - Dean Young "Winged Purposes" [Poetry Feb. 2009]
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Easily identifiable beneath the funny mask - Dean Young "Acceptance Speech"
The grinding of a multiplicity throwing off sparks - Dean Young "Acceptance Speech"
A capsized canoe full of mathematicians - Dean Young "Acceptance Speech"
A bow about to launch the killer astrolabe - Dean Young "Acceptance Speech"
How about climbing a ladder of fire? - Dean Young "Acceptance Speech"
An unwedging at the scapulas scattering birds - Dean Young "Age of Discovery" [Poetry, January 1988]
Who's spent his life trying to photograph ghosts - Dean Young "Age of Discovery" [Poetry, January 1988]
A plethora of forces bound and unbinding within us - Dean Young "Age of Discovery" [Poetry, January 1988]
All the Vatican sparrows killed so he could pray - Dean Young "Age of Discovery" [Poetry, January 1988]
Which firmly lurched every center towards ruin - Dean Young "Age of Discovery" [Poetry, January 1988]
Each of us roams our own locked cell of perception - Dean Young "Age of Discovery" [Poetry, January 1988]
Shake our star-pricked shell apart, cracks radiating out - Dean Young "Age of Discovery" [Poetry, January 1988]
The paths some thoughts blaze in the brain - Dean Young "Age of Discovery" [Poetry, January 1988]
A tracing of lightning, fire or blood in the body - Dean Young "Age of Discovery" [Poetry, January 1988]
Shaking grains against the three wired bones of my inner ear - Dean Young "Age of Discovery" [Poetry, January 1988]
Two brief blips of wet electricity - Dean Young "Age of Discovery" [Poetry, January 1988]
The nexus of error that is my thought - Dean Young "Age of Discovery" [Poetry, January 1988]
Reality is approximately 65% if - Dean Young "Belief in Magic" [Poetry July/August 2014]
All rivers are full of sky - Dean Young "Belief in Magic" [Poetry July/August 2014]
A single gem has throbbed in my chest my whole life - Dean Young "Belief in Magic" [Poetry July/August 2014]
Even though this is my second heart - Dean Young "Belief in Magic" [Poetry July/August 2014]
Cut out in pieces and incinerated - Dean Young "Belief in Magic" [Poetry July/August 2014]
Until all you're holding is a curl of ash - Dean Young "Belief in Magic" [Poetry July/August 2014]
Intimate negotiations and sorry confessions - Dean Young "Bird-Shaped Cliff"
Would take word form from excited electrons - Dean Young "Bird-Shaped Cliff"
Riding off into the moonlessly blue chaparral - Dean Young "Bird-Shaped Cliff"
Frescos flake away as sleet holds us in its teeth - Dean Young "Bronzed" [Poetry April 2005]
The crickets who think it's evening all afternoon - Dean Young "Colophon"
Lapped at the hips of too many flowers - Dean Young "Colophon"
Go on hunting, one secret closing, another ensuing - Dean Young "Colophon"
Getting stuck in a puddle of dish soap - Dean Young "Colophon"
Reading far past the last paragraph into the back blank page - Dean Young "Colophon"
Ravening scouts autumnal with hunger beyond any sipping - Dean Young "Colophon"
Beyond the hive's teeming factory's needs - Dean Young "Colophon"
Reddest, softest island of my last planet, last aureola - Dean Young "Colophon"
Each leaf woke in orange outcry - Dean Young "Colophon"
Bodies of fire becoming bodies of air - Dean Young "Colophon"
Pediatrics every morning and toxicology by happy hour - Dean Young "Crash Test Dummies of an Imperfect God" [Poetry Nov. 2011]
The same stars whisking themselves further off - Dean Young "Dear Bob," [Poetry Nov. 2011]
Same chamomile crushed underfoot - Dean Young "Dear Bob," [Poetry Nov. 2011]
In that first dream there was none - Dean Young "Dear Bob," [Poetry Nov. 2011]
Served for our reception in the devastation - Dean Young "Dear Friend" [Poetry Feb. 2006]
Every bird knows only two notes - Dean Young "Dear Friend" [Poetry Feb. 2006]
When your head splits open and the bird flies out - Dean Young "Dear Friend" [Poetry Feb. 2006]
The sea that breathed two times a day - Dean Young "Dear Friend" [Poetry Feb. 2006]
My nightmares are your confetti - Dean Young "Dear Reader," [Poetry Dec. 2004]
Then night is no one's problem - Dean Young "Dear Reader," [Poetry Dec. 2004]
God opening his box of fish-hooks - Dean Young "Dear Reader," [Poetry Dec. 2004]
Heaving kelp at the sunken city's face - Dean Young "Easy as Falling Down Stairs" [Poetry Nov. 2007]
Gladness somersaulting from the eaves - Dean Young "Easy as Falling Down Stairs" [Poetry Nov. 2007]
Some crank in me tightens the whirly-spring - Dean Young "Easy as Falling Down Stairs" [Poetry Nov. 2007]
The unknown's display of emeralds closes in an hour - Dean Young "Easy as Falling Down Stairs" [Poetry Nov. 2007]
The fireworks' formula has changed - Dean Young "Easy as Falling Down Stairs" [Poetry Nov. 2007]
An airplane to connect you to the sky - Dean Young "Elegy on a Toy Piano" [Poetry Oct. 2003]
Connecting you to what can't be grasped - Dean Young "Elegy on a Toy Piano" [Poetry Oct. 2003]
About this, even diamonds do not lie - Dean Young "Elegy on a Toy Piano" [Poetry Oct. 2003]
Naked in his garden insisting on angels - Dean Young "Emerald Spider Between Rose Thorns" [Poetry April 2013]
Coming home with my new heart - Dean Young "Emerald Spider Between Rose Thorns" [Poetry April 2013]
In this rainbow-gored, crickety world - Dean Young "Emerald Spider Between Rose Thorns" [Poetry April 2013]
Singing in the furnace feral and sweet - Dean Young "Emerald Spider Between Rose Thorns" [Poetry April 2013]
To get drunk on a single whiff - Dean Young "Emerald Spider Between Rose Thorns" [Poetry April 2013]
Lie down with lava and rise with snow - Dean Young "Everyday Escapees" [Poetry April 2013]
And aren't we all pedestrians of air? - Dean Young "Everyday Escapees" [Poetry April 2013]
All wrong to turn our backs on the ocean - Dean Young "Everyday Escapees" [Poetry April 2013]
Tapping a peanut to signal a squirrel - Dean Young "Flamenco" [Poetry July/Aug. 2007]
A collection of eternal accidents - Dean Young "Flamenco" [Poetry July/Aug. 2007]
My ghost eating mulberries in a tree - Dean Young "Flamenco" [Poetry July/Aug. 2007]
Trying to poke through a mousehole in the cosmos - Dean Young "Flamenco" [Poetry July/Aug. 2007]
Feeding stray shadows only attracts more shadows - Dean Young "Folklore"
Starve a fever, shatter a glass house - Dean Young "Folklore"
People often mistake thirst for hunger - Dean Young "Folklore"
Both in terms of habitation and rhyme - Dean Young "Folklore"
Always leave yourself time to get lost - Dean Young "Folklore"
Get used to nothing answering back - Dean Young "Folklore"
Muted TVs advertising miracle knives and spot removers - Dean Young "Folklore"
Up here, we make our own darkness - Dean Young "Folklore"
Faces torn and reglued upside-down - Dean Young "Glider" [Poetry Oct. 2003]
Because of its proximity to oblivion - Dean Young "Hammer"
Having so recently come from oblivion itself - Dean Young "Hammer"
Finding hammers by sides of roads, in snow - Dean Young "Hammer"
Dandelion broth instead of duck soup - Dean Young "Handy Guide" [Poetry Nov. 2011]
Minor adjustments in our equations - Dean Young "Handy Guide" [Poetry Nov. 2011]
If it's raw, forge it in fire - Dean Young "Handy Guide" [Poetry Nov. 2011]
The heart of a scarecrow isn't symmetrical - Dean Young "Handy Guide" [Poetry Nov. 2011]
My dragon may be your neurotoxin - Dean Young "Handy Guide" [Poetry Nov. 2011]
Your electrocardiogram may be my fortune cookie - Dean Young "Handy Guide" [Poetry Nov. 2011]
Where he had thrown some of his sadness - Dean Young "He Said Turn Here"
Sadness which sometimes corrodes his friends - Dean Young "He Said Turn Here"
Surrounded by more and more space - Dean Young "He Said Turn Here"
At its core an engine like a bee inside a lily - Dean Young "He Said Turn Here"
The shapes we asked to bent into - Dean Young "Human Lot" [Poetry Oct. 2009]
Wind wants to make me correct something - Dean Young "Human Lot" [Poetry Oct. 2009]
Something needs to be pushed further from the sun - Dean Young "Human Lot" [Poetry Oct. 2009]
The usual calm disaster of getting out of bed - Dean Young "Human Lot" [Poetry Oct. 2009]
This glass sparkle at the end of a dark hall - Dean Young "Human Lot" [Poetry Oct. 2009]
A name to wake into and music to sleep through - Dean Young "Human Lot" [Poetry Oct. 2009]
I believe your betrayals were inadvertent - Dean Young "Human Lot" [Poetry Oct. 2009]
To find out if my heart is unruined - Dean Young "Human Lot" [Poetry Oct. 2009]
Everything a field of energy caused by human projection - Dean Young "I Am But a Traveller in this Land & Know Little of Its Ways"
Surrounds the soccer field of what if - Dean Young "I Am But a Traveller in this Land & Know Little of Its Ways"
Knows the discrepancies between idea and fact - Dean Young "I Am But a Traveller in this Land & Know Little of Its Ways"
Astrologists and Presbyterians agree for different reasons - Dean Young "I Am But a Traveller in this Land & Know Little of Its Ways"
Fall down the stairs with a birthday cake - Dean Young "I Am But a Traveller in this Land & Know Little of Its Ways"
Try to fit a blunderbuss into a laptop - Dean Young "I Am But a Traveller in this Land & Know Little of Its Ways"
Too late to ask Kafka what he thinks - Dean Young "I Am But a Traveller in this Land & Know Little of Its Ways"
A box of ash, a handshake, and the rest is your problem - Dean Young "I Am But a Traveller in this Land & Know Little of Its Ways"
Touches a bush in which birds are singing - Dean Young "I Am But a Traveller in this Land & Know Little of Its Ways"
Useless for gift wrapping and relay races - Dean Young "I Said Yes but I Meant No" [Poetry Oct. 2003]
Then as you venture forth to boil water - Dean Young "I Said Yes but I Meant No" [Poetry Oct. 2003]
Important not to let variance become too extreme - Dean Young "I Said Yes but I Meant No" [Poetry Oct. 2003]
As great storms upon drought-stricken land - Dean Young "I Said Yes but I Meant No" [Poetry Oct. 2003]
Plentiful with opportunities of negative effect - Dean Young "I Said Yes but I Meant No" [Poetry Oct. 2003]
Yet the very same may backfire - Dean Young "I Said Yes but I Meant No" [Poetry Oct. 2003]
An end is always punishment for a beginning - Dean Young "The Infirmament"
A flinty space opens in your head - Dean Young "The Infirmament"
After a long night of laughter and wine - Dean Young "The Infirmament"
Sometimes fire must be punished by light - Dean Young "The Infirmament"
Resembling the terrible things we believe about ourselves - Dean Young "The Infirmament"
Which is how the continents are made and broken - Dean Young "The Infirmament"
Escorting our sentences back and forth - Dean Young "Interference & Delivery" [Poetry, January 1988]
The scrape of electrons in our voices turned small - Dean Young "Interference & Delivery" [Poetry, January 1988]
Energetic fossils of a Big Bang - Dean Young "Interference & Delivery" [Poetry, January 1988]
The lonely woe of quantum mechanics - Dean Young "Interference & Delivery" [Poetry, January 1988]
Impossible to have a reasonable relation with the self - Dean Young "Look at Quintillions Ripen'd & Look at Quintillions Green"
Half libidinous ether, half dirt full of soldiers' blood - Dean Young "Look at Quintillions Ripen'd & Look at Quintillions Green"
A mountain with no roads or roadsigns - Dean Young "Look at Quintillions Ripen'd & Look at Quintillions Green"
Tightrope walkers mending nets - Dean Young "Look at Quintillions Ripen'd & Look at Quintillions Green"
Of never going up and never sliding down - Dean Young "Look at Quintillions Ripen'd & Look at Quintillions Green"
Consumed with light too bright to see by - Dean Young "Look at Quintillions Ripen'd & Look at Quintillions Green"
You can read almost anything about angels - Dean Young "Lucifer"
Pornographic magazines ported into the redwoods - Dean Young "Lucifer"
Turning in the cogs of the clockworks - Dean Young "Lucifer"
The frolicking despair of repeating decimals - Dean Young "Lucifer"
The impurities of darkness sometimes called stars - Dean Young "Lucifer"
Assignations, divorces conducted between rooftops - Dean Young "Lucifer"
Discharged blandishing cardboard signs by the exits - Dean Young "Lucifer"
Coppers and silvers and radiant traces - Dean Young "Lucifer"
There are no transitions, only falls - Dean Young "Lucifer"
Partaking of the glowing exfoliating cleanup - Dean Young "The New Optimism" [Poetry Oct. 2010]
Canvases of crushed lightbulbs and screws in paste - Dean Young "Peach Farm" [Poetry June 2012]
Two more versions of never hearing from someone again - Dean Young "Peach Farm" [Poetry June 2012]
Not just flight from quadratic equations - Dean Young "Peach Farm" [Poetry June 2012]
Everyone wants out of the spider's stomach - Dean Young "Peach Farm" [Poetry June 2012]
Angel of ten dollar bills found in the dryer - Dean Young "Peach Farm" [Poetry June 2012]
Long as you're here, you're one of us - Dean Young "Peach Farm" [Poetry June 2012]
Like a gladiola, its true flower is invisible - Dean Young "Permitted a Meadow" [Poetry Oct. 2017]
A few of the demons dwelling beneath the earth - Dean Young "Permitted a Meadow" [Poetry Oct. 2017]
Any song that never leaves the lungs - Dean Young "Permitted a Meadow" [Poetry Oct. 2017]
All us animals garlanded and belled - Dean Young "Permitted a Meadow" [Poetry Oct. 2017]
And my body isn't even surprised - Dean Young "Quiet Grass, Green Stone"
Waiting for the god under the anthill to speak - Dean Young "Quiet Grass, Green Stone"
Come out of the ocean in their parliamentary regalia - Dean Young "Quiet Grass, Green Stone"
And the jackal-headed god to weigh my heart - Dean Young "Quiet Grass, Green Stone"
In just a few moments pours itself into darkness - Dean Young "Quiet Grass, Green Stone"
If I had to pick between shadows and essences - Dean Young "Romanticism 101" [Poetry July/August 2014]
In this greeny entanglement of breaths - Dean Young "Romanticism 101" [Poetry July/August 2014]
And realized rockabilly would never go away - Dean Young "Romanticism 101" [Poetry July/August 2014]
We were all chasing nothing - Dean Young "Romanticism 101" [Poetry July/August 2014]
Realized repetition could be an ending - Dean Young "Romanticism 101" [Poetry July/August 2014]
What counts as a proper goodbye? - Dean Young "Scarecrow on Fire"
Suspended over a drop into nothingness - Dean Young "Scarecrow on Fire"
What one is stitching is a human heart - Dean Young "Scarecrow on Fire"
Whenever you put your feet on the floor - Dean Young "Scarecrow on Fire"
Some architectural details about Batman's cape - Dean Young "Sean Penn Anti-Ode" [Poetry July 2006]
My books are full of mistakes - Dean Young "Selected Recent and New Errors" [Poetry July/August 2008]
As if correct spelling is what could stop the conveyor belt - Dean Young "Selected Recent and New Errors" [Poetry July/August 2008]
An ignored view of the river pretending to be asleep - Dean Young "Selected Recent and New Errors" [Poetry July/August 2008]
Pretending to have insight into its muddy self - Dean Young "Selected Recent and New Errors" [Poetry July/August 2008]
My errors are even bigger than that - Dean Young "Selected Recent and New Errors" [Poetry July/August 2008]
Longer than a life held together by the twisted silver - Dean Young "Selected Recent and New Errors" [Poetry July/August 2008]
The twisted silver baling wire of deception and stealth - Dean Young "Selected Recent and New Errors" [Poetry July/August 2008]
On mornings when I hope you forget my name - Dean Young "Selected Recent and New Errors" [Poetry July/August 2008]
The high wet weeds that don't have names either - Dean Young "Selected Recent and New Errors" [Poetry July/August 2008]
The strength to eat the eyes first - Dean Young "Shamanism 101"
Tear into the fuse box of the chest and soar away - Dean Young "Shamanism 101"
Cowered under the shadow of my father - Dean Young "Shamanism 101"
Dying indebted not knowing to what - Dean Young "Shamanism 101"
Afraid of what I was co-signing - Dean Young "Shamanism 101"
Charges across the desert cognizant of the futility - Dean Young "Shamanism 101"
To bite the haunch of some passing perfume - Dean Young "Shamanism 101"
Following a trail of one or two molecules - Dean Young "Shamanism 101"
Leaving a trail of one or two molecules - Dean Young "Shamanism 101"
Push ourselves away from this quiet - Dean Young "Sleep Cycle"
Even in our sprees of inattention - Dean Young "Sleep Cycle"
Vaguer divinities blocking your way - Dean Young "Sleep Cycle"
With its need to confess all its botched attempts - Dean Young "Sleep Cycle"
Men playing timed chess with themselves - Dean Young "Sleep Cycle"
Guarantees and warnings that entice us to the brink - Dean Young "Sleep Cycle"
Entice us to the brink of what they warn about - Dean Young "Sleep Cycle"
Immaculate, bereft, deserving to be found - Dean Young "Sleep Cycle"
Years before burning up in the atmosphere - Dean Young "Sneeze Ode" [Poetry July 2006]
The best gods can do for visitation - Dean Young "Sneeze Ode" [Poetry July 2006]
Being sad is a form of exsanguination - Dean Young "So the Grasses Grow" [Poetry April 2005]
A spider quadrupling in my chest - Dean Young "So the Grasses Grow" [Poetry April 2005]
Divert yourself with 19th century Russian novels - Dean Young "So the Grasses Grow" [Poetry April 2005]
By the prints they'll leave in the sand and snow - Dean Young "So the Grasses Grow" [Poetry April 2005]
Without you there would be no beauty - Dean Young "So the Grasses Grow" [Poetry April 2005]
No nitrogen cycle or atmosphere or cantaloupe - Dean Young "So the Grasses Grow" [Poetry April 2005]
See beyond the islands of forever - Dean Young "Son of Fog" [Poetry April 2005]
No competition for brightness - Dean Young "Son of Fog" [Poetry April 2005]
No Byron for your Shelley - Dean Young "Son of Fog" [Poetry April 2005]
No Juno eclipsing your Athena - Dean Young "Son of Fog" [Poetry April 2005]
No bridge statement about bringing unity - Dean Young "Son of Fog" [Poetry April 2005]
All the thought balloons are blank - Dean Young "Son of Fog" [Poetry April 2005]
Seeds in the rattle of mortality - Dean Young "Son of Fog" [Poetry April 2005]
Fog has been blotting paper to my tears - Dean Young "Son of Fog" [Poetry April 2005]
At the edge of a drop that doesn't answer back - Dean Young "Son of Fog" [Poetry April 2005]
The sun goes down on the ruined battlements - Dean Young "Speech Therapy" [Poetry Oct. 2010]
The ugly duckling remained ugly - Dean Young "Speech Therapy" [Poetry Oct. 2010]
The day taking on the sheen of a stone - Dean Young "Speech Therapy" [Poetry Oct. 2010]
Skipped between the breakers jubilant and sunk - Dean Young "Speech Therapy" [Poetry Oct. 2010]
Whoever tuned the radio to rain - Dean Young "Spring Reign"
Who spilled the strong-willed wine - Dean Young "Spring Reign"
Taking a test and running out of time - Dean Young "Spring Reign"
Guilty of crimes we didn't commit - Dean Young "Spring Reign"
Beginning a new life as rot - Dean Young "Spring Reign"
The dial turned to green downpour - Dean Young "Spring Reign"
Who somehow have found a sip of water - Dean Young "To Those of You Alive in the Future" [Poetry Oct. 2009]
Ghosts in a world made brief with flowers - Dean Young "To Those of You Alive in the Future" [Poetry Oct. 2009]
The stung beekeeper gathering honey - Dean Young "To Those of You Alive in the Future" [Poetry Oct. 2009]
Was scoured further from her own mind - Dean Young "To Those of You Alive in the Future" [Poetry Oct. 2009]
Curses torn apart by the large invisible indifference - Dean Young "To Those of You Alive in the Future" [Poetry Oct. 2009]
Tried to hold fire on our tongues - Dean Young "To Those of You Alive in the Future" [Poetry Oct. 2009]
Engagement rings in the pawnshop - Dean Young "To Those of You Alive in the Future" [Poetry Oct. 2009]
Chunks of ice tugged by bickering currents - Dean Young "To Those of You Alive in the Future" [Poetry Oct. 2009]
Pulled from wide infernos of stone - Dean Young "To Those of You Alive in the Future" [Poetry Oct. 2009]
No guidance system wired inside me yet - Dean Young "To Those of You Alive in the Future" [Poetry Oct. 2009]
Others were dark and always silent - Dean Young "To Those of You Alive in the Future" [Poetry Oct. 2009]
What are my frauds but nudged along misunderstandings? - Dean Young "Undertow" [ Poetry Nov. 2007]
Can't believe I ever worried about my betrayals - Dean Young "Undertow" [ Poetry Nov. 2007]
Not the only one suffering an identity crisis - Dean Young "Undertow" [ Poetry Nov. 2007]
To wake shouting in the mansion of the night - Dean Young "Undertow" [ Poetry Nov. 2007]
Kissing all those strangers, forgiving them - Dean Young "Undertow" [ Poetry Nov. 2007]
What a stricken elixir I've become - Dean Young "Undertow" [ Poetry Nov. 2007]
Through its head swim a million fishes - Dean Young "Undertow" [ Poetry Nov. 2007]
Every leash snapped, every contract void - Dean Young "Winged Purposes" [Poetry Feb. 2009]
Can sleep into afternoon and still wake soaring - Dean Young "Winged Purposes" [Poetry Feb. 2009]
Dream-figments then are gone like breath-prints - Dean Young "Winged Purposes" [Poetry Feb. 2009]
Breath-prints on a window, handwriting in snow - Dean Young "Winged Purposes" [Poetry Feb. 2009]
Voices hurtling into outer space - Dean Young "Winged Purposes" [Poetry Feb. 2009]
Whitman out past Neptune - Dean Young "Winged Purposes" [Poetry Feb. 2009]
Dickinson retreating yet getting brighter - Dean Young "Winged Purposes" [Poetry Feb. 2009]
Barefoot across hot sand into the sea's hovering - Dean Young "Winged Purposes" [Poetry Feb. 2009]
The heart's a useless sliver in a glacier - Dean Young "Winged Purposes" [Poetry Feb. 2009]
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