Michael T. Young Is the author of two previous full-length poetry collections: The Beautiful Moment of Being Lost (Poets Wear Prada) and Transcriptions of Daylight (Rattapallax Press). He is also the author of two chapbooks, Because the Wind Has Questions, and Living in the Counterpoint, which received the 2014 Jean Pedrick Chapbook Award from the New England Poetry Club. He is the recipient of a poetry fellowship from the New Jersey State Council on the Arts and the Chaffin Poetry Award. His poetry, essays, and reviews have appeared in numerous journals, including The Ashville Review, Cimarron Review, The Cortland Review, and The Potomac Review. He lives in New Jersey.

Other poems by Michael T. Young in Verse Daily:
November 30, 2014:   "Autobiographer" "He wrote and lectured on his life..."

Books by Michael T. Young:

Other poems on the web by Michael T. Young:
Four poems
Three poems
Thirteen poems
"Scraps"
"Gossip"
"Salting Our Hungers"
"A Parade of Sails"
Three poems
"Flight Patterns"
"Evidence of Things Unseen"
Four poems
"Mulch Baptism"

Michael T. Young's Website.

Michael T. Young on Twitter.

About The Infinite Doctrine of Water:

"The gorgeous poems of Michael T. Young's The Infinite Doctrine of Water offer the rewards of deep reflection. The poet's sharp eye and attentive ear capture the delicate light and shadow of urban life and personal memory. New York and Jersey City provide the backdrop for subtle yet incisive meditations, as when 'Devotional' portrays the Belt Parkway's approach to the Verrazano Bridge through a vivid moment of grace where 'ranks of waves / wear breakers like medals of impermanence.' In Young's hands, time's transience is enacted through quick shifts and sudden epiphanies in poems that are radiant, deeply felt, and always beautifully crafted."
—Ned Balbo

"'I keep finding what others leave behind,' writes Michael T. Young. What does he keep finding? Memories, which he calls 'another flowering of imagination,' 'the shadows/of railings and benches;' and 'the glittering text / of macadam after rain.' His poems are rich with epiphanies which are the more ecstatic because they feel so modest and unforced, accumulating as they do in "the margins of everyday disorder.' Nothing is lost on this thoughtful and gentle writer, whose poems pay continual tribute to the joys of vigilant attention."
—Rachel Hadas