Tag Archives: Mark Young

The library struck by lightning, burnt down despite the rain. Brand- name medicines might minimize death from the resulting pollution, or help overcome a vast, never seen since Alexan- dria, range of cataloging systems. The rediscovery of Hegel is crucial … Continue reading →

She asks one last question. They walk up the stairs. He finally stops near a construction shed. Call me if you need help. She had not been ill, that much was clear. Nor had she acted poli- tically although a … Continue reading →

4 out of 5 dentists recommend this WordPress.com site as they search the ocean for their one true love. These aren’t the horsey set that you find chasing the foxes or making use of wall art as a kind of … Continue reading →

Mostly he spoke only German in the mornings. That year the river overflowed its banks. Allende changed his name by deed-poll. The playground was crowded with skeletal elephant remains. Mark Young’s most recent books are Ley Lines & bricolage, both from gradient books … Continue reading →

α Turned into whatever form it felt like. Air- conditioner noises in the warm night, a possum in a tree. Natural & unnatural. Man- ichean heresy. β What do we take out of it? Some compromised memories; & this small … Continue reading →

I walk out to find asemic snail tracks on the rubber mat at the bottom of the backdoor steps. Two yellow butterflies map the yard, one serving as a center whilst the other circles round it. Broken branches pointing in … Continue reading →

I have persuaded my Shetland pony to open a pop-up shop to sell its merch, swag, & albums. It’s on the same block in New York’s SoHo shopping grid as those high-end boutiques Célin & Moschino. A line has formed … Continue reading →

A kind of census. The mind’s mosaic has been taken in for introspection. Why learn for the sake of learning? Unnecessary facts might just as well be fiction for all the use we get from them. The fragments are taken … Continue reading →

Layer by layer the light flows away from him. Salt water rinses his mouth of its own accord. He comes to a place that is full of familiar faces, has a lifetime of interaction ahead. He was last seen swimming … Continue reading →

The topiary of doorways renders them ambiguous. A surfeit of entrances. Few ways out. Enter, & risk entrapment. Otherwise? Follow the line. It may end in sunlight or continue on until night captures it. There is a difference between mazes … Continue reading →

Krill. Eat krill. Breakfast, lunch, dinner. Sunday thru Saturday. The rest of this year & on up until the end of 2019. About then you should morph into a whale, & whales who write poetry are extremely rare. You’ll become … Continue reading →

A small, compact figure surges into view. You can see her dancing in the careers magazine for scientists. An American is a prehistoric fish fossil, collected by my grandfather. All literature deals with tension & conflict. A NUCLEAR WASTE SHIP … Continue reading →