Glynn Young

“Read the poems of “Joe DiMaggio Moves Like Liquid Light,” and think of a warm summer afternoon, with a line of perspiration on your lip as you watch 18 participants continue an American tradition more than a century old. You smell the popcorn and peanuts; you hold an ice cube from your soda cup in your mouth to keep cool. A slight, very slight, breeze stirs, just as you hear the crack of a leather ball meeting a wooden bat. You jump up and cheer, and you know all is well, and all will be well tomorrow.”

– Glynn Young, author of the various novels and Poetry at Work