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.
Friday, April 08, 2022
National Poetry Month 2022
This is the month where every poet gets their license renewed. I’ve been busy working on the book, but have still been writing my poem a day. Of course they are mostly haiku/senryu. I have been regularly posting them on FB, the Gram, and Twitter.
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