Poems by Douglas Young

The Airport Intense faces all around: Black, white, yellow and brown; High expectations mixed with the mundane – No matter the motive, get to that plane. We fervently cling to the notion That the solution is in motion; So everyone’s in a hurry -- So focused, with no time to worry. If we just get … Continue reading Poems by Douglas Young

At Night

By Lynn White   At Night I think I am less afraid of the dark than the light. Night time engulfs me, covers me gently with it’s thick darkness, comforts me with it’s curtains of blackness. I don’t need to hide. It hides me. Hides me from exposure, hides from me that which I fear … Continue reading At Night