the New World

which America?

will you ever read this?

which America?

will you even read this?

 

we have seen the darkest side of freedom

flags on staffs wielded as weapons

the misinterpretation of Gadsden

the Battle Flag of Northern Virginia

co-opted by a misinformed majority

a context to perpetuate points of view

that could be only be described as expiring.… Continue Reading...

little spacey

Night in Saint-Cloud by Edvard Munch

i am the exile, the dreamer,
i am the ghost who blesses the slumber of your sleep.
i am the autumnal draft which crosses your pillow in the night.

little spacey, i am the skeleton who sleeps in your closet,
i am the turner of the doorknob in the dark.… Continue Reading...

The Pedestrian

our next door neighbors on Ashby Street
were a decade older than my parents.
they felt an intrinsic responsibility to
impact their wisdom on our young family.
their most consequential advice
was to have our family join
the congregational church
that they belonged to-
in the City of Groton.… Continue Reading...

Marry A Poet

 

Marry
A poet
You
Could be
Poor forever
You could
Live
In
A shack
Marry
A poet
You could
Start
A revolution
You could
Star
In La Boheme
Or Rent
Or whatever
Some martyr
Some poetic
Death
But
You’d
Live forever
Marry
A poet
You could
Lose
Everything
You could
Travel
The world
On
A suicide mission
You could
Be brave
You could
Marry
A poet
You’d never
Grow
Old
You’d starve
Like
A statue
Marry
A
Poet
It’s more
Than the rest
Have
Marry
A
Poet
It’s better
Than
An
Accountant
For more poetry by Royal Young his Instagram page is:

The Bates Woods Monkey House

birthday celebrations
during the decade
of my childhood
revolved around what my parents
could afford.

for my sixth birthday, my mother booked an event,
in a private room
off of the main seating area
at the local McDonald’s.
parents could rent a room for a
celebration, and skip the lines
at the counter,
for double cheeseburgers,
or the Happy Meal.… Continue Reading...

The Neighborhood Fire

during the 1970’s, even in my small riverside village,
a certain social order revolved around
what type of swimming pool
was installed on your property.

the scientist who installed the first
solar panels i had ever seen
did not have a pool.… Continue Reading...

My First Christmas With Dad

my father moved into a first floor apartment
of an old Victorian house at the edge
of the Thames River.

i enjoyed the every other weekend
arrangement of the divorce.
his apartment was so unlike
my home during the other
twenty seven days of the month.… Continue Reading...

The Realization of Shame

my family moved to a neighborhood
that sprouted up during the post-war period,
around an elementary school
that was built in 1953.

the expansive playing fields of the school
were our dominion.
street hockey until the first snow,
nerf football before class and at recess,
whiffleball nearly year round,
baseball after the Little League season ended.… Continue Reading...

The Manager

The Manager

on game days, my mother would fill paper grocery bags
with popcorn cooked on our kitchen
stove. the pots were lined with a thin layer
of vegetable oil, heated to the point
where kernels popped on contact.
these bags of popcorn kept the kids
distracted during the tedious
company softball games.… Continue Reading...

Our Final Phone Call

my mother had her first date
with the man who would become my step-father
on a sweltering July night.
i was playing basketball in our driveway, the aging hoop
dangling above the garage door
by rusty nails we kept banging back in that would one day
be rebuilt by him.… Continue Reading...