Ex High School Basketball Star
June 20th, 2024 | Basketball, Poetry, Prose poetry | journalpulp | No CommentsYou were a pure shooter, a long shot. You were a star. Just another nobody boy, half-black, half-white, raised in a nowhere town, in a fractured home in middle America: a drunk father who worked twenty-five years for Clayton County, and a mother who loved you but was always too passive, it seemed, to truly […]
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