Kenneth Pobo



Spacker Looks Under

rocks, thinks he’ll find something splendid. Most of his life has come up snake eyes. The more he tried to win playing it fair and square, the more teeth cracked in fights. His friend Danny the Raunch found a wedding …

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November Spacker

My sixth-grade teacher, Mr. Drashal, would write NOVEMBER on the board, and read poems about death. Our trees finally drop parasite leaves, let them fall and blow away. If only this town would do that. Instead it burps up a …

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