A RAPOETICS REPRINT: Boy… by Duane Kirby Jensen
“BOY” It stop me in my tracks. The inflection carried the thrust of a knife blade “BOY! “What-cha doing here. You belong back on the interstate.” Two figures moved around the shell of a…
“BOY” It stop me in my tracks. The inflection carried the thrust of a knife blade “BOY! “What-cha doing here. You belong back on the interstate.” Two figures moved around the shell of a…
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Duane writes, “Sunflowers became a surprise character within my poem: Quantum Physics:…. It all started with a woman who could walk through walls. I did not want this…