Author: Joseph Young


Stop Signs

Life Poem You walk and I walk over diagrams made of strands and chunks of bright colored chalk, elaborately planned on the sidewalk. Faces appear, shapes circle around speckled like traffic lights, and stop...


Is It Too Late To Change My Name

Life Poem I always knew something was off. The shoe never fit. When friends approached the answering machine message to leave one after the beep never rang a bell. I addressed them with a...