Albany Journal – 7/23/12

I have been seeing these signs lately – something that 1960s musicians sometimes call “the writing on the wall,” I suppose, and things really don’t look very good as far as how the country is going.  I’m glad that this is an election year, even though I lost the right to vote due to a… More

Breadcrumbs

Michael T. Young I keep believing in the fresh start, keep turning back as if to begin, but there’s no going past the push of hunger. As a child, I filled jugs at a natural spring, my hands rich with the scent of moss, the rocks gurgling, the smell of wet soil saturating the air… More

Scrawl

Michael T. Young He likes to repeat to himself a phrase from a Keats letter: I will clamber through the clouds and exist. It steadies him like leaning against trees, or brewing coffee to a thick brown resistance. It’s that kind of private refusal that helps him push on, dress the children for sleep, clean… More