From the verses of Shakespeare to the violence of Football, a soft hand on the nape of my neck to a rim's hard rattle after a dunk, the mute of Miles to the rhymes of Rakim, Hershey's chocolate to a garlic peppered, cedar-planked salmon, Joel Dias-Porter's thoughts scatter like grains of black sand across a wind-blown beach.
Joel - Great word play on "simile." I enjoy the poems of your I've seen. I'm a local DC poet, heard you read at Split This Rock too. Keep up the good writing. Peace, Joseph Ross
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Joel - Great word play on "simile." I enjoy the poems of your I've seen. I'm a local DC poet, heard you read at Split This Rock too. Keep up the good writing. Peace, Joseph Ross
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