I Saw My Life Go By in the Coyote’s Jaws
Much of Dean Young’s poetry finds moments of inspiration in the mundane.
The voices in Young’s poems struggle with daily life and are often caught
off guard by the epiphanies it can reveal. Young’s character’s marvel at the
idiosyncratic passage of time, similar to the way music has the ability to
change our temporal perception. Young’s play with words and striking contrasts
also lend his work to musical interpretations. My setting attempts to capture
the elusive bubbling of creativity that wells up from the unconscious of Young’s