Author: Junious Ward
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THE BOY IS by Junious Ward
Public Enemy at full volume en routeto a New Hampshire summer, is tongue in cheekgospel like the yellow and green colorwayNikes dad got from the back of that pick-up,bootleg Huey P. Newton in a Lacostepolo shirt. Kids said fake and you got angry,not because they poked or questioned what was realbut because you didn’t know…
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TWO POEMS by Junious Ward
INHERITANCE I was never the clean plate, I was the swirl of flour-white biscuit in dark corn syrup. At church I was a wide-mouthed Baptist hymn whenever my father made eye contact. Eight teabags bathing in a glass jar on the back steps, sun high and fevered, I was a hot summer. Who cares what…