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Gary Young
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The bodies of men and women sometimes ignite from within, and burn from the inside out. Nothing remains but a pile of ash where only minutes before a girl had been lying on the beach, or a young man had complained of the heat and then burst into flame. How can we explain the world? My heart is beating. I can feel it. God loves us more than we can stand.
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Fog descends over the tidal surge and the shallow lagoons. The marsh grass and the alders at the water’s edge fade, then vanish in the mist. The tan oaks and the redwoods are only shadows that waver for a moment then disappear. The world is beyond us. It is held now in a vaporous light, the smoke from a fire burning somewhere in heaven.
Bio:
Husband, father of two boys, master letterpress printer, longtime teacher, much-collected visual artist, and award-winning poet, Gary Young has been the editor and publisher of the Greenhouse Review Press since 1975. Among his honors are the James D. Phelan Award from the San Francisco Foundation and fellowships from both the National Endowment for the Arts and the National Endowment for the Humanities. The author of five books including Hands and The Dream of a Moral Life, his trilogy of recent works--Days, Braver Deeds, and If He Had--has been published in a collection called No Other Life by Creative Arts Books which recently received the Poetry Society of America’s William Carlos Williams Award for the best book of the year published by a university, literary or independent press.
