“On mornings when I hope you forget my name, I walk through the high wet weeds that don’t have names either. I do not remember the word dew. I do not remember what I told you with your ear in… — Dean Young Copy Share Image
There are no ordinary feelings. Just as there are no ordinary spring days or kicked over cans of paint. — Dean Young Copy Share
I don't believe in writer's block, writing well is very easy; it's writing horribly, the horrible work necessary to do to get to writing… — Dean Young Copy Share
I was satisfied with haiku until I met you, but now I want a Russian novel, a 50-page description of you sleeping. — Dean Young Copy Share
“Just because we have birds inside is, we don't have to be cages. -from Instant Recognition between Strangers” — Dean Young Copy Share
“Often beauty is disguised by appearance just as music can be by sound, the dreaming wish by the waking wish until there's this terrible… — Dean Young Copy Share
Here is a semi-transparent pebble I picked up on the way to my EKG. Probably worthless but it is my heart so take it. — Dean Young Copy Share
Poets are excellent students of blizzards and salt and broken statuary, but they are always elsewhere for the test. Any intention in the writing… — Dean Young Copy Share
Poetry is not efficient. If you want to learn how to cook a lobster, it’s probably best not to look to poetry. But if… — Dean Young Copy Share
“Kissing a rose is a dumb thing to do not just from the rose's point of view. But it's a start like driving off… — Dean Young Copy Share
“When you look ito the still, deep water, you can feel it looking back, trying to come up with the proper punishment. Fucking water,… — Dean Young Copy Share
You are made of bent coat hangers, honey, gravel, epoxy and handstands. I am made of lying on the floor, the same song on… — Dean Young Copy Share
but nothing can be taken back, not the leaves by the trees, the rain by the clouds. You want to take back the ugly… — Dean Young Copy Share
