Dean Young

1. I wonder what people in my life think when I send them long, rambling letters. I write them when I am entirely out of sorts, but I write them when the cusp is full, too. I rarely get many replies,

You know what? Maybe it is. The world knows I am not the easiest person to love. Then again, was love ever easy? Even the sun must say goodbye. He Said Turn Here Dean Young and then Tony showed us the lake where he

I forgot about this poem. Other Obit Dean Young Night, what more do you want? Why this second per second scream? My friend Nick used to sit all night in the same booth all night with a pile of quarters for pinball and jukebox. He

And don't we all know it. The Business of Love is Cruelty Dean Young It scares me the genius we have for hurting one another. I'm seven, as tall as my mother kneeling and she's kneeling and somehow I know exactly how to do it, calmly, enunciating like

Where I live, we have a home development mutual fund that everybody calls, Pag-IBIG. It's an acronym for Pagtutulungan sa Kinabukasan: Ikaw, Bangko Industriya at Gobyerno (Working Together for the Future: You, Industrial Banks and the Government - my translation,