Y. Counts : Writing

The Moon

The Moon

A Poem by Y. Counts


The moon finally saw me tonight. It’s eye escaped the darkness and blindly sought me, alone. Standing. Looking. And it brought with its gl..
The Onion

The Onion

A Poem by Y. Counts


It is the me that is not me. It's the sack of myselves that I pack so heavy. I invent all my look-alikes and complain how they pretend to be me...
The Mythology of the Body

The Mythology of the Body

A Poem by Y. Counts


The body is a myth. We believe in its clocklike stance and its recipes for self-cures. (it's deep winds and it's subtle flutters) We know it's one..

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