RaveThe Atlanta Journal-ConstitutionReading Kevin Young’s poems feels like glancing over his shoulder as he revisits the scenes of fond memories, savors a fine meal, grooves to ‘80s music and confronts his own grief...Young has a way of transforming these things, even grief, into something beautiful ... Young is at his best in Stones when he presents his readers with such striking images, memories he is seeking to pin down, fix in time and collect. We are lucky he allows us to travel with him into his past and glance over his shoulder.
