By Ashley M. Jones
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.
By Kevin Young
Only the stones know my name.
The back of our family'sKing Jamesforgot my birthdaybut still keeps a blank spacefor my death date.