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Joel Dias-Porter
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No Ordinary Love
“NO ORDINARY LOVE” How many pinned up calendar pages since you crossed a ravine of No Return, entering her like a sommelier into a wine cellar where the white crescents of her fingernails lit up the black sky of your back, or your guitar strings were strumm...
No Ordinary Love
No Ordinary Love
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HURRICANE WITH A WOMAN'S NAME As if god stuttered the seventh letter or in the queendom of quickened candles I smell the pretty want preserved in her blackberry smile you never can tell if haze is s a grill smoking or mourning fog I hold the scented feet of...
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NaPoMo 30/30 Haiku and Senryu
Long dawn shadows Booty stretch marks morning Tai Chi
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The Orange Antichrist
Over and over again
The Orange Antichrist
sighs matters The crystalline ego of The Orange Antichrist glitter of glass shards The Orange Antichrist longs to be hailed like a taxicab "Hail to the Thief" The Orange Antichrist hums along The creek rises is god...
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NARCOTICS ANONYMOUS
This may be about
the cravings in the mouth
of a man with few front teeth
standing by a Wizard of Oz slot machine
for three or more hours,
staring into the darkness.
Or about what desire
crosses the faces of people
seated at nearby machines
or the whee...
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Haiku/Senryu and assorted nonsense
Long time no post, for various reasons. Some are technical problems, others personal. I ould prefer to mostly just post poems, but nobody really reads anything other than the haiku and senryu and posting my longer poems means that some publications will con...
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Tuesday Tidbits 12 MAY 05
MUSIC LESSONS My stuffed panda, nicknamed Pythagoras, sang to me until I was ten. Then I heard the bike sprocket of logic rip up the pants leg of his song. The logic of adolescence is the long blue ache for adulthood. I blew adolescence like bubbles from a ...
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No Good Deed (Goes Unpunished)
It was one o'clock in the morning and there were two things on the table in front of me; a slice of Lemon Pound cake and a white Apple bag containing a small gift. I couldn't really tell which one was pissing me off more, the Apple bag I was certain, was mo...
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