Michael T. Young

There is so much reality it often escapes me. Even at dinner, while chewing root vegetables, the excess bursts from my mouth with each bite. I think it a trickle of beet juice and dab it with a napkin. Bacon sizzles and pops on the stove with abundant verity and I think how good, but am […]

Like these abandoned buildings along the boulevard some good ideas can fall into disrepair: dark in their vacancies, whole sections of wall broken. Year after year weather beats deeper into their exposed beams and we learn to live around their uselessness: take a different bus to work, find another store to get the milk and […]

The first sentence of a certain history is written near an estuary, in a building with no address, behind the last door, at the end of a hall lined with pinewood paneling. One of those panels, when it was a tree, held a robin’s nest, and one of that bird’s young managed to leap from […]