nostalgia
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City Sports
To Joshua, for all our memories, I don’t know about your stories with other-ballsbut in my city, our sport is handball: where the outsiders and class-drivers reconciledtheir pride, forces and hideseach Friday night, after school: concrete playgroundblue round rubber band ball bouncing boldly.Man, that was our party! Our palms would bump ’till peelbut this pain,… Continue reading
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City Sports
I don’t know about your stories with basketball, football or whatever…ballBut in my city, our sport is handball: Where the outsiders and class-drivers reconciledTheir pride, forces and hidesEach Friday night, after school: concrete playgroundBlue round rubber band ball bouncing boldly.Man, that was our party Our palms would bump till peelBut this pain, we never feel.Slaps… Continue reading
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Lost Friends (poem)
“The sky Is a lot to own. An immense power To be held accountable to— Almost too much. So some let go:” Continue reading