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.
Thursday, April 06, 2023
National Poetry Month 2023
So once again it’s NaPoWriMo and I’m going to do a 30 for 30. I know I’m a few days late, but whatever—I’ve been writhing. Also writing. As usual it will be mostly haiku & senryu because that’s what we do around here.
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