Author: Joseph Young

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Stop Signs

Life Poem You walk and I walk over diagrams made of strands and chunks of bright colored chalk, elaborately planned on the sidewalk. Faces appear, shapes circle around speckled like traffic lights, and stop...

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Is It Too Late To Change My Name

Life Poem I always knew something was off. The shoe never fit. When friends approached the answering machine message to leave one after the beep never rang a bell. I addressed them with a...