Author Archives: John Northcutt Young

About John Northcutt Young

I write. Remember making-up stories from spelling words in the fifth grade. A journalism degree followed. Thanks for looking.

My Plea

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God don’t let me Die before my time; My potential now debris, Cut in my prime. No one ever knowing What I would be; Gone before living, growing; My dreams set free. God don’t let me…

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In Memory Of

Closer to Mobile than Montgomery, wedged between woods and water, is a place nobody goes. A few homes, a church and cemetery scattered along a road leading somewhere else. Parents hope opportunity. They remember before it was paved. Now broken … Continue reading

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In Memory Of

Originally posted on BREVITY:
Closer to Mobile than Montgomery, wedged between woods and water, is a place nobody goes. A few homes, a church and cemetery scattered along a road leading somewhere else. Parents hope opportunity. They remember before it…

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C U B 4

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? digits, emojis, abcs compose a code an irregular ode void of literacy ? cursive, capitalization, punctuation go old school immediate mass communication has no rule ? how we connect changes with time words can’t reflect…

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The Autobiography of my Life

My life’s unedited, A symphony uncomposed; Words without pages, Chords missing notes.   Weak character development, Rambling unresolved plots; Predictable stagnant clichés, Riddled with flaws.   Lip-synching silence, Shrill mute cries; A caterwauling harmony, Tone-deaf rhymes.   A rough draft … Continue reading

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Strength

We carry scars Inside and out. Burning like stars, Stinging with doubt.   Some quickly fade, Others never do; A price paid For being you.   Blood’s been spill When right’s wrong. What doesn’t kill Makes you strong. John Northcutt … Continue reading

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