#Dean Young

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[tlj1988]

[demiurgic-aesthetic]

The Wilds // aesthetic

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L'ami de mon amie / Everybody’s Fool - Evanescence / Bender: New and Selected Poems “Robert Desnos (1900-1945)” - Dean Young / Tyler Durden - Madison Beer / In My Head - Ariana Grande / Fairytale (Let Me Live My Life This Way) - Rebecca Ferguson / Costar / Dancing - Mellow Fellow / Icarus - Azra.T / Jane Eyre - Charlotte Brontë / Guillermo Decurgez / R.E.M. - Ariana Grande / Anecdote of the Pig - Tory Adkisson / All In My Head - Tori Kelly / In Real Life - Demi Lovato / Crush - Richard Siken / The Dropout / unknown / Naked Lunch / Only - Nine Inch Nails / Sun Bleached Flies - Ethel Cain / Mad Girl's Love Song - Sylvia Plath / Everywhere - Michelle Branch / Can U Not - Okay Kaya / Gunshot - Lykke Li / Alex - Roy Blair / please put me in a medically induced coma - carolesdaughter / Lucky You, Hearts/Wires, Radiant City - Deftones / Who Do You Love? - Kindness, Robyn / L’ami de mon amie

[sashayed]

Emerald Spider Between Rose Thorns

Imagine, not even or really ever tasting a peach until well over 50, not once sympathizing with Blake naked in his garden insisting on angels until getting off the table and coming home with my new heart. How absurd to still have a body in this rainbow-gored, crickety world and how ridiculous to be given one in the first place, to be an object like an orchid is an object, or a stone, so bruisable and plummeting, arms waving from the evening-ignited lake, heading singing in the furnace feral and sweet, tears that make the face grotesque, tears that make it pure. How easy it is now to get drunk on a single whiff like a hummingbird or ant, on the laughter of one woman and who knew how much I’d miss that inner light of snow now that I’m in Texas.

Dean Young In Poetry, April 2013

[havingapoemwithyou]

emerald spider between rose thorns by Dean Young

[contremineur]

At dawn the officers ride back to the garrison, one without a glove, the entire last chapter about a necklace that couldn’t be worn inherited by a great-niece along with the love letters bound in silk.

Dean Young, final lines to Changing genres

from here – thank you, poem-locker (galloping away since December 2015)

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[tlj1988]

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"All information is useless" Dean Young :: from 'Bender: New & Selected Poems' (2015)

[agirlnamedbone]

Dean Young (Fall Higher, 2011)

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