Kristene Kaye Brown – For the Woman on Main Street Stopping to Pull Up Her Pantyhose

Kristene Kaye Brown I too have had my hands full of what keeps mecontained, a vastness softened by restraintand made more terriblebecause of it. I think it’s time we talkabout the safety of distance,how the tire tread of rush hour trafficsounds like something being patiently worn down,how the cars parked along the streetnever seem to …

Michael T Young – The One In Power

Michael T Young He had a dog that failedto come when he called,so had it executedand stuffed.He likes to squeezethe pinched neckof an hourglassto imagine himselfstrangling time.In his garden, treesare cultivated to bowtoward the main pathso it seems, as he passes,even nature obeys him.To calm his nerves,he’ll sit in bed at nightwith a dictionary,crossing out …