Poetry Book Free (Last Day!)

•July 29, 2016 • Leave a Comment

Hello, friends. Today is the final day of my free Amazon book promotion. I hope you take a moment, click the link, and download a copy. As always, thank you for your time, and thanks for reading.


chapbook 5 -- love

Free Poetry Chapbook!

•July 26, 2016 • Leave a Comment

Free through Friday! Thanks to those who have already purchased it.

Simply follow this link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01IA6FBYA

chapbook 5 -- love

Other works available here: http://www.amazon.com/Shawn-Young/e/B01D03OYZU

Spider Spit

•July 25, 2016 • 4 Comments

Tears drip, stinging bees,
rusted legs, and a sad
smell stuck to the bottom
of a sunken boat,

men strike billows of
blood, buckets and mud,
and she waits alongside
a yellow wall, tinged in
harpsichords, musty and
encyclopedic — aloft,
singing brazenly, because

tomorrow is a muse, and

we are nothing but a
chorus of bad lines and
drunken nights, sad yet
sick, and singed by light,
even though much

can be said about skin
memory, never do we dare,
unless we peach kiss a
burrowing rat, send
it sailing around the earth,
gasping for air like mold,
wrapped inside velvet
paper, indelible and sweet,
a song for the ages, but,

like Brautigan said:

It’s so nice
to wake up in the morning
all alone
and not have to tell somebody
you love them
when you don’t love them
any more.


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Field of Stones

•July 21, 2016 • Leave a Comment

Your soul is beauty, my friend,

even if I never see you again,


I will carry your memory with

me, and we’ll share time and


fates like it was meant to be.

On a bike, that day, mid-March,


a bird swept your hat, and cold

air stole your breath; upon a


wing, you reeled, and forgot

about her face, and smiled for


the camera, swept inside a sea

of green, then I cried for eras,


of long gone hearts, and suicide

notes drawn up in blood, a


scattered head, lain atop a silken

pillow, and guilt that wins a


writing contest. So even if our math

is bad, I will always see you there,


in the reflections of coffee, soothing

and dark, like that day in March,


a decade long past, and we’ll worry

no more, and I’ll still remain,


always your friend, in the end,

as it was, and the future’s calling,


a heart in a cot, two ways until

relapse, sanctified as past is repose.


For more of my poetry, check out my poetry chapbooks on Amazon.

The Autumn Springs

•July 18, 2016 • 7 Comments

In summer, I want to radiate. I want to stand in closure of my wrongs, waving at them from a distance. I want to take the hand of my loves and dance, looking for them all in my tears, in the skies, my heart full, my chances taken, my satisfaction filled. Eyes for eyes. All things discovered.

A joyful glass casket.

A basket of fish.

In winter, I want to regret. I want to fall deep into my bed, hard, hardly feeling. I want to see the face of the cosmos shoot past me in my cold repose as I de-exist. I want my lament for life’s loss to motivate me to find them. I seek them out and rediscover them.

My sadness as motivator.

To enjoy them again.

Glint for glint; we will waltz to the music of rejoining, holding ourselves close. We will know, but nothing will be lost.


Originally published in the Antioch Voice, September, 2015.

If you like my work, check out my new love-themed chapbook, found here on Amazon.

At Dawn, I Am I

•July 13, 2016 • 3 Comments

In a dream, I died.


Sitting in quiet

repose, I felt a wash

of joy release me,

absolve every essence,

erase me and send

me away.


One cool morning,

a breeze swept me

under a grass rug,

acquiescing to the

worms and bugs,

I rejoined.


In a dream, I lied.


I attended the party,

smiling as required,

though I felt alone,

a crowded room

became a melting



I thought of you

walking, a human

like us, shuffling

among the towering

trees, reaching,



In a dream, I cried.


Your maverick ways,

cobbling together a

kite, a mounting

suspicion, freezing

cold and shuttered;



In a prescient poem

you angered everyone,

and for a lost second

your words recovered

and recanted; shamefully



In a dream, I glide.


Upon the water deep,

a fish nibbles my feet,

and I am left with your

ghost, a tattered dress,

a fable of my youth;



♫ Taste the moment,

it’s possibly the last,

pushing your heart

and numbing your past,

timbre and movement,

a loss to compare,

in the lights ever passing,

I won’t be there. ♫


In a dream, I am I.


For those interested, here’s a link to my latest book on Amazon, a chapbook full of “love” poems.

New Chapbook Available Now!

•July 11, 2016 • Leave a Comment

Hello all!

I don’t usually post this late in the day (I’m EST), but I just got word that my new chapbook is available for purchase on Amazon — a whole day early!

I am very excited for this release, given its content and self-revelatory pieces, and I have worked hard on writing and editing it for your consumption.

It’s entitled Poetry Chapbook 5: Amare: Love and Adoration, and it’s available for $2.99 through Amazon, which isn’t too shabby considering its length.

Be the first to grab one today, especially if you’re a fan of love poetry!


Poetry Chapbook 5

While you’re here, here’s a link to my other works. I’ll be posting about this several more times this week. Happy reading, my friends!



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