A run-on slam

black and white shot of a metal trashcan against a brick wall

Composing slam poetry while huddled around a burning trash can for warmth on a frigid winter night, a gang of gamins – distinguished by their customary street uniforms of oversized denim jeans slung low on bony hips and Crooks & Castle hoodies, the too long sleeves pushed up passed ashy elbows – stood apart from a […]

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