Issue 22




The Hour


Jennifer MacBain-Stephens





The hour refuses to pose for the camera.

The hour was drenched by a Garland of Roses.


The hour was prepping to stud.

The jockey sits with his legs crossed,


drinks a cup of tea.  The tea

grows cold too quickly. 


(It whinnies at this, the hour.)

The hour is in the stable


with a stop watch

strapped to its back,


prepping for the most exciting two minutes in sports.

It is really the best place for the hour,


it doesn’t have personal belongings.

Keeping up with the cleaning


was the end of the hour.

All the suitors are women.


They have the lightest caresses the

hour ever felt.  The hour


barely feels its second hand. 

The hour nibbles an apple core


from each gloved palm.

This makes the hour’s day.


The hour is a stallion at day,

a colt by night.


Sometimes a sun dial or a goat stirs up drama.

The hour couldn’t ask for a better

time honored tradition really.


It’s the memories, though, that get

to the hour.


It can’t make them fast enough.










Jennifer MacBain-Stephens went to NYU’s Tisch School of the Arts and currently lives in the DC area with her family.  She is the author of six chapbooks.  Recent ones are forthcoming from Dancing Girl Press, Crisis Chronicles Press and Shirt Pocket Press.  Her first full-length poetry collection is forthcoming from Lucky Bastard Press.  Recent work can be seen / is forthcoming at, Pretty Owl Poetry, Yes, Poetry, Gargoyle, Jet Fuel Review, glitterMOB, Pith, So to Speak, Apple Valley Review, Otis Nebula, Freezeray, Entropy, Right Hand Pointing, and decomP.  Jennifer MacBain-Stephens is online at