Excess By Ashley M. Jones September 8, 2020 Two boys, pink in their manhood, lean over a balcony, full of teeth. Below: a brown man, skin tired of holding his bones. Work falls in shadows around his feet. The Puget Sound is bluer than any dream or sky. The boys loom, pink. 0 Comments
Watching the Good Trains Go By By Kevin Young Winter 2004 Only the stones know my name. The back of our family'sKing Jamesforgot my birthdaybut still keeps a blank spacefor my death date. 0 Comments
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