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Gary Young is the author of three previous collections of poems, Hands, The Dream of Moral Life, and Days. His poems have appeared in a variety of magazines including Poetry, Antaeus, The American Poetry Review, The Kenyon Review, and The Nation. Among his honors are the James D. Phelan Award, a Pushcart Prize, and grants from the Vogelstein Foundation and the California Arts Council. He has been awarded fellowships from both the National Endowment for the Arts and the National Endowment for the Humanities. He edits the Greenhouse Review Press and is a well-known printer and book artist whose work is represented in numerous collections including the Museum of Modern Art, the Victoria and Albert Museum and The Getty Center for the Arts. He lives with his wife and two sons in the mountains north of Santa Cruz, California.
"Gary Young has hone a sinuous, brief prose-poem form that carries a flavor uniquely its own--unflinching, stringent in beauty, austerely moving. These are poems that swerve, surprise, and still see and feel with one-pointed clarity; taken together, they create a volume both subtle and powerful." --Jane Hirshfield
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My son is learning about death
My son is learning about death, about the possiblities. His cat was killed. Then Mark died, then Ernesto. He watched the news, and saw soldiers bulldozed into the earth after battle. Down the road, a boy his age was found floating in a pond. My son says, we're careful about water, and splashes in his own warm bath. We don't want to die, he says, we want to live forever. We only just die later, he says, and nods his head. Death is comprehensible; what comes later is a week away, or two, and never arrives.